sheffield dream

I'm learning to drive!

I'm going round a roundabout, and i get distracted and do some really bad indicating, but luckily I get away with it.

I'm heading to a market and cultural day in the city center. I wander around, looking at the city street art, and I see some great works, and hear some really cool music. There are food stalls on the street and shops have opened up there fronts and are out on the street. The weather is fine blue skies.

Street performances are happening all over the place, and I see lots of very beautiful women walking around. One of them has a hauntingly beautiful voice, and as she walks past me singing, I catch her eye.

I come to a stall which this young eastern European chap is running, - its a stall which is a game, for kids or whoever. It involves rolling model cars and trains down a sloping track which leads through a tunnel and of a ramp at the other end. The cars are old and battered so it doesn't matter what happens to them. I'm rolling a few cars down and I see Richard Claire is there too, also rolling cars down. I say to him "I had a model car just like this one when I was a kid". I'm lining it up so that it can role down all the way without getting caught on the tunnel.

He doesn't talk to me, but I can see that he wants to say something.


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I'm now with Richard on the allotment at hanging water, though it looks all different, though I expected to see a difference, - a new lady has been helping Simon, and her name is Edwina.


Richard is talking about how well the allotment looks, - its funny because I think it looks a bit of a mess and could do with a good water. I tell him that I went to see Tolly and he seemed to be impressed. He points to the vine and shows me how under the vine there is still plenty of moisture in the ground, and I see that the ground is still moist and, evidently for how the vine is growing, its clearly not short of water. He says that whoever is doing the allotment must have an artistic sense from the way the elements have been arranged; the pots, the type of salads growing, it all looks like quite a creative endeavour. I have not met Edwina yet but I am impressed with her efforts.

Richard mentions an organisation in conversation that he feels suspicious of, "oh no, here we go all again", I think... I say "soon the next thing they will try will be to make compost illegal. It will be build on some claim that its dangerous and contains pathogens and harmful bacteria."

Richard imagines people out to get him, because he feels that he is the compost guru, and he becomes all defensive.

"There's no way they will ever be able to do that, I'm too powerful now. The movement has grown too big," he says


I warn him of their arguments, " anaerobic composting.. Smelly... Unpleasant..."


"Yes, you do need to be careful with your composting" he replies, knowing full well what I'm on about, and he proceeds to talk about the first steps, the ABC of composting to me, while I water some plants.


I'm pleased we are back in the old dialogue, and that he's his old usual self. We are on track, and its going to be a great harvest.