It’s an annual process of filling up again

Portsmouth lives on a predictable cycle: new students arrive, study, leave. Some graduate, some return. Most leave with, I hope, fond memories and never have a cause to return. I have been a part of it for two years now, and it starts again.

I sat in a cafe for the first time and it had a table of 12 people, who I suspected were being given a pleasant introduction to each other – ice breaking. They left happily following a chap in a way reminiscent of a tour guide.

New people arrived and a couple, friends I suspect reading their body language, sat down in a window seat. Hand gestures were used far more by the lady, and without hearing the conversation was an interesting to watch. Silent movies, no subtitles.

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