During a recent Sunday walk with a friend, I noticed a change in the pattern of our conversations – sentences left unfinished, questions unanswered, as we perambulated through the park in a Victorian manner. We were distanced from so many things – tropical plants in the greenhouse, park benches, bandstands – acutely aware of everything we were not allowed to touch. Yet we were connected, somehow, by familiarity and a lukewarm cup of coffee. As we emerge from lockdown, can we rebuild our distanced relationships, and make up for lost time? Spring, in all its infinite wisdom and beauty, suggests that we might be able to….