i used to go walking and find things

I used to go walking. I used to go walking right up to the Ridge at dawn and in the evening, and at dawn I’d sit on the east facing bench and watch the light spill across the town and set fire to windows. At dusk I’d sit in the grass on the west side. Sometimes I’d go over to the foreign people’s college and that was always interesting as there were a lot of different colours and shapes of trees and lots of old rusty sheds filled with old rusty junk. I always found things to take home, like a nice chair or an old jumper. I liked the college grounds; I imagined a lot of things there. And I’d always walk the four miles to school and back. I used to find a lot of things on the ground and I had a collection of them in my bag. I knew that they were important objects – they had been placed deliberately at that point in my path and Tunnel as a Sign; an indication of an indication of something. I can’t remember the objects in the collection now; I must have lost them when we moved. Broken children’s toys, ribbons, interesting feathers, general pieces of metal and broken things.