We could have taken the bus back to the station, but Madam preferred to walk, presumably as an avenue to defer someone’s inclination to do the circuit and keep moving on to Tokyo and concert time. The walk itself was reasonably straightforward, and quite pleasant tramping, and the exercise was, in the light of recent indulgences, overdue.
On the way we diverted into Kamakura’s main Shinto shrine, Tsurugaoka Hachimangū, which sits at one end of the city’s main street, a thoroughfare just under two kilometres in length that runs up from Sagami Bay.
We paused for the inevitable photographic evidence that we’d been and were on our way back to the station when we were accosted by a polite elderly gentleman on a bicycle who asked whether I spoke English and proceeded to insist that I accept a couple of documents he’d prepared to practise his English composition skills.
We sighted him again at the station, obviously making his way around a regular circuit where he’d find opportunities to practice his foreign language skills, which were, in fact, quite impressive.
