Behind Old Hillingdon Tube Station (night of 13/06/2019)

I am behind old Hillingdon tube station. I think I am trying to get up to Long Lane, but do not seem to be in a particular rush to get there. Behind old Hillingdon tube station is a tangled edgeland wasteland - a thorny tangle of bushes and red mud earth. I will have to ascend a steep slope to get to Long Lane. There is another path that runs up to it though, running parallel to the slope I wish to use. It is a shallower slope and more obviously a path. I am puzzled though. I have memories of using this path before and it was much different - then consisting of a series of long, steep stairs (both sides over shadowed by bushes) alongside which a sloping path ran. I have memories of running up this path.
There is a man and a woman here. At first I thought that they were children or teenagers, but they seem middle aged, like me. They seem to be messing about - just hanging around - and having an innocent good time - rather like teenagers, but without the inherent threat. I talk to them about the changing path up. I go to walk up the shallower path, but a voice from the bushes says 'help me'. I do not trust the voice and look around warily, but can see no source for it.
I decide to try and climb the steep path, and looking up it seems even steeper now. Looking up toward the top - where Long Lane should be, I can now see a pair of iron gates / fences - and another wire fence encircling an industrial complex of small building around a great chimney reaching to the sky.
I climb up using the roots of plants and trees that are sticking out of the red earth. It is harder than I thought. The man and woman tell me to be careful of the 'honey' - some substance smeared on the roots. Is this the reason for the root I have grasped in my hands feeling oddly repulsive? I am getting nowhere. I do not feel safe. The man and woman watch me. It seems to get steeper as I climb. I give up on this venture and jump down.
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Some kind of industrial refinery. Night. With Barbara (possibly other people) from work? Running into the refinery, then out again. Playing games with the security guards. There is a far fence, on the other side of which a steep drop. Barbara runs in, and pulls (I think) the far fence down. We will be caught for sure this time. There is little in the sense of threat or danger to this possibility.