Perhaps our thirties are plateau years and perhaps this makes them – in a sense – our dullest years. Already my forties seem stranger, deeper and more interesting than any age I’ve known since adolescence. My twenties were primarily about doubt, frustration and searching. My thirties were… happy, easy, comfortable… and oddly flat. Marriage, acquisition, consolidation, adequate means, travel. Most people have the kid thing going on, too.

Cruising.

Now I see how ageing is upon us; the changes in our bodies. Adolescence in reverse. The onset of decay, yes, but there’s something profoundly bitter-sweet about it.

Walking through fallen leaves.