forking paths in the park I walk through on the way to work
the hunched roofs of Ormskirk, which never fail to remind me of H. P. Lovecraft’s Dreams in the Witch House for some reason (?)
at work, another trip to the roof garden – I seem to be the only one ever up there, catching the reflections
at lunchtime, a quick trip to the Wild Wood (well, Ruff Wood anyway.)
Rooftop garden?! First I’ve heard of it!