A few bits of dreams: sculpture, and traveling again in shropshire.

I'm with pip, in a sculpture class. She is going round the different
sculptors and giving advice on form and shape.

When she comes to me she looks at my jumper which is my stripy white
red and blue jumper and says, "unpredictable, just like you".  I
notice there is no pattern to the stripes, no order.

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I am in wellow and the wood pigeons have taken over. I see loads of them flying around in the garden. One of them comes up really close to me and seems to be saying to me, "well come on, aren't you going to shoot me and eat me?"

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I am cycling in Shropshire again. I am going to visit eric gills
sculpting studio. He has set up somewhere along an isolated track, all
the way in the middle of nowhere. There are a number of young
sculptors working for him now, so I am keen to get the stimulation of
more artistic influence.  I meet eric, and then I think, hey wait a
minute, didn't you die years ago?

And then I think it must be his son I have met who has kept the family
business going. He takes me to this area in the garden where 3 people
are sat round a table, 2 women and a man, all fairly young, about my
age. I sit down and listen to their conversations about sculpture.
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I see new people have taken on the allotment at the top of hagg lane.
A couple - a guy a and a girl. We get a load of people to help them
clear it.

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I'm with Conor, we are playing music.

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"The rings that you were bonded with are a part of who you are" - a
random voice in my head.