I had an early trip out. I got a bus on caterpillar tracks as one of the detours was to a lunar landscape, then the Martian highlands before we turned round at the Crown Inn – which is being changed into flats. I tipped my hat at the tall trees that flanked an entrance to a place I didn’t know.
When I came home I found a street of hollowed out stones, most of huge dimensions, into which windows had been cut. I found our house (I call it Starman Towers) and pushed away the stone that blocked the hole into the hall; the dog was inside smoking a pipe.
I pulled a candle out of my pocket and plugged it in.