Back in Stone, Worcestershire, a dream region.
Standing on the road that leads up the hill. I can see over the fields. Buildings. A small footpath runs by these buildings. I am surprised to see a street lamp down this footpath - I did not realise this footpath was so well used. I start daydreaming about Stone - about this footpath - I have only come back as a visitor. What would it be like to live here - to fall in love here? To meet a girl for a second date and perhaps walk down that footpath?
At some point I walk down that footpath - it is a shortcut across the fields. I am surprised at how quick it takes me to walk the length of the footpath andf wish rit could be longer. The footpath takes me through a stretch of trees. Across the fields I can see a small hill with at least two clumps of trees on it - spinnies, as I know them. They entrance me. I take my phone out to to take a picture, but three people come along the path and disturb me.
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