Up the hill round the corner, down the other side, urban jungle, walking through terraced houses and past the church. Over into a housing estate… It might be good to go further, but I’m not allowed.
I still want to walk along a beach, water lapping the shore. The sound of water trickling through pebbles, sand and shells.
Buying sticks of rock, fish and chips, a drink of bitter shandy. Seagulls trying to steal your ice-cream.
I can dream!