March 19: I am an explorer

I am slowly exploring Bristol and my local area more. I now know where a local pizza cafe is, a local Tapas restaurant, a good pub that serves Real Ale, where to buy fresh fruit and veg and get new tyres for my car (two different places). I also know which hills are too steep to walk up, at least in my current state, which is helpful.
Today, I walked up into my park. It is a really lovely park. A few chavs that shout 'Come ere ya bastard,' after their run-away pit-bull. But I don't mind that. I'm sure I've called my dog worse at times, though probably not in such a public space.
It's also got a basketball court that actually gets used. (I want to play with Bump when he's old enough. Or even when he's not. I can just bounce a ball around his Maxi-cosi car seat, shoot some hoops, and run to him for a high-five. I can tell I'm going to be an embarrassing mother).
It's also got a children's play area, a tennis club and enough of a hill that you get decent views out over the city.
From the top, you can see up to the Clifton Suspension Bridge and all of Clifton Wood and beyond. I looked out today, and thought: 'That's where my X lives. Just up there. So close. If I look hard enough, I can probably find his house.'
It is tempting to wave, to stand on my tip-toes, shout 'here I am, I'm still alive, I'm just over here. Come on over some time. I'll make you a cup of tea. I've missed you. I miss you every day.'