Teen age girls greet each other in Calverley Park with screams and hugs.
I take some photographs of a spreading tree and its shadow, and then, on an impulse, with the macro on, get a close up of a daisy. "Beautiful grass!" says a watching girl, a satirical note in her voice.
Having used my notebook in yesterday's rain, I find that the page, where raindrops dampened it, has a battered, worn look. Furniture dealers call this sort of thing "distressed", when it is done intentionally to give an appearance of age. But the page of my notebook, now dried out with faint bumps and shadows is, to my mind, best described as experienced.