Number Twenty-Two - Hurst New Low Light
The Needles through the crenels.
The sun suddenly out.
Descend a narrow staircase to an unlit flooded room, feet immediately submerged.
An ammunition store.
The only passenger on the return ferry. The boatman shows me pictures on his phone of 17th Century graffiti. Looks out at the water, makes an adjustment.
And driving back through the forest, Dad stops the car at a village called Pennington, so I can take a photo of the sign for Cassia.
In Southampton, a hollow where the Bargate Centre was.
A New Retail Experience Coming Soon. Called 'The Scheme'.
Wait for Ben in a pub on Bugle Street. Grandad's local. Staring into the fire.
Talk to the landlady outside.
Try to bring the stars into focus.
The ink black dual carriageway pressing up against the bus window.
Songs that seemed to mean something last summer, now an empty soundtrack to problems I can't begin to fix.