It’s night. We are walking down Camberwell Church Street. A man in a green camouflage coat stumbles out of the off-license by the bus stop. He staggers round to face us, sees me and sees Georgie, who is walking next to me. Then his gaze flicks down to my cane. He focuses, his eyes seem to soften and — it’s so unexpected — he smiles. Now he will say something.
/ Camberwell Church Street
/ Camberwell Church Street
/ Camberwell Church Street
It’s night. We are walking down Camberwell Church Street. A man in a green camouflage coat stumbles out of the off-license by the bus stop. He staggers round to face us, sees me and sees Georgie, who is walking next to me. Then his gaze flicks down to my cane. He focuses, his eyes seem to soften and — it’s so unexpected — he smiles. Now he will say something.