As i sat here three people came to ask the way: the first to the Vale of Health, the second to Hampstead Heath and the third to the (newly arrived gigantic sculpture of a) table and chair.

Now the sunlight has left the city ... but it is still illuminating the nearest clouds with pinkish light.

I've moved from hilltop to a marshy meadow surrounded by trees. There is no wind here and no people - just a wood pidgeon cooing to my right and a smaller bird singing to my left. The city towers are now grey, no longer shining in the sun. I suppose the many brambles and trees and grasses all round me have been growing quickly all day.

On the way back i look at a seat inscribed

Close to pond 1 i meet again the man who asked the way to the table and chair. He'd missed the way and i try to tell him how to get there. He asks me where in Wales i come from. He comes from Newport, Gwent.

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