The secret way back home

I'm in Manchester. I am finding the right cycle root back over the peaks to Sheffield.

I meet a council guy on his bike while cycling up the hill, and he recognises me. We chat.

He knows my dad and we talk for a long while. He tells me he is cycling back to sheffield, and so we take a route that is familiar to him which he has cycled many times. Its a nice route, he says, which leads through an old organic garden.

We cycle for a number of hours up into the hills. When we get to the old wood, just before the organic garden I am surprised that I recognise it from when I was little. The same trees and paths.

And here is the place where we go into the old organic farm land, i think. It all comes back to me. I see where chard and wild mushrooms grow all over the place just for the picking. I grab a bunch of chard to cook when I get home.

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I'm now in Sheffield and have a few miles to travel before getting back to my home.

I decide to take a short cut. I cut between these flats and climb down the long drain pipe which was familiar to me as a kid. I meet an old lady.

" You must be the building surveyor." she says to me.

I'm surprised that she doesn't think I'm a robber, or thief.

Theirs a party going on in the house in the garden that I am in.

Lots of people are dressed up, as if for a wedding. I feel very much the odd one out.

I recognise this woman who I met at a festival helping out with the kids.

She recognizes me an knows that I'm not really meant to be here, but neither is she so we both keep our secrets.

We play this skidding game across a dance floor, its really slidey and skiddy and
smooth, so me and this woman are kind of ice skating all around the room and all the
kids are joining in.