I goed for a walk last night for fun; since I started werk a month ago I have got enough fresh air and exercise lugging skeletons and boxes of chromates and sulfates across the playground, and so have not had to seek it out deliberately.

Eye went to the balcony at the top of the cable car and gazed; and eye continued on down through the gardens past the open door of the scout hall, out of which proceeded voicy echoes off wooden floors and that dusty hall smell and boys in shorts with large tree boughs.

Eye saw so much and took so many photos, and got waylaid in Bolton Street Cemetary again (will eye ever stop photographing it?).

In deep Wellingtown the streets begin to smell like food and the supermarket is full of suited people released from work.