I had half expected the town to be deserted.
That is Memory again.
It acts like some indifferent film director moving extras around, concerned only with their ebb and flow.
Over time the ‘peripherals’ fade leaving only the ‘principals’ behind.
And that goes for events too…
I have no memory of our initial ‘run up’…
Only the camber to the stones and the ravens, wheeling and cawing, and eventually settling in unison on the portals as we approached.
Contrary to the insistence of our fastidious manipulator of experience, we had not been alone that first time…
There had been ‘others’ in the field but it had not seemed to matter so much then.
Possibly because in those days I did not take photographs.
There were no ravens this time, but plenty of people.
A line of motor vehicles clogged the lane and patches of bright colour flitted…
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