Friday, August 17, 2007
There and back again
I took a very long bus ride and went for a walk at a place I used to go a long time ago. It's funny though because my strongest memory of the place is not from reality but from a dream I had that was set there. It was the second most frightening dream I had as a child and it was about losing a green stick. The place was not the scary part. The place is quite nice (spot the understatement).
Also there was a party to say goodbye to Rowan (she has more photos here, including one of very scraggly but quite happy me). She is leaving for Sweden now, instead of Denmark. A lot of people will miss her. I am one of them.
In the night there was a shooting star so bright I thought it was lightning, and an incident with a dark bridge and a high speed night-train coming out of Totley tunnel, and both these things were tremendously exciting.
Now then, what on earth am I doing in London? (not much apparently, it's taken me twelve and a half hours to start working today, and now I'm writing journal posts...)