I am cycling along a tow path with a group of elderly ladies. It’s muddy, and we turn back, conversing all the while. The towpath becomes a stone wall, and I am walking along it, jumping the gaps, and climbing down to cross a a busy road.
As I filter through the traffic, I see a group of reprobates emerging from the train station. I choose the other direction, and enter a medieval re-enactment area, where I teach children to shoot arrows with plastic coat hangers as bows, and using the hook to flick drawing pins the same distance.