I’d spent the afternoon walking around Caen Hill. When my brother and I were young we used to cycle up and down this hill all summer. We used to go as fast as we could without banging into people on the path. It felt very freeing. I took a couple of photos of the locks but they all seemed quite generic and similar to ones I’ve seen online. I spotted this man on the bench just sitting there enjoying the view – I could imagine myself doing that in years to come, reminiscing about the fun we’d had here as kids.