The next station is Clapham Junction. It’s 17th June 2006. The Venusians have gone for a while. People speak German. Two women. A man eats something that smells, rustling paper. We are now approaching Clapham Junction. Please mind the gap between the platform and the train.
In the street below my balcony a cow is going through some boxes, making a lot of noise.
A knock on my door at 9am. I get out of bed, put a towel around me and open the door. Time to check out, says an angry looking guy with some sheets.
As I put the paniers on the bike a boy of about ten stood and watched, then out onto the street I get some more attention, and spend a bit of time answering questions like where am I from? where am I cycling to? how much did the bike cost? I take my camera out and take a picture of a cow and some people sifting through a pile of rubbish. I’m well back and don’t zoom in on them, but it doesn’t feel right.
I saw some horses. On one side of the road three horses in a small field – small enough that you could see the fences around it. They were gazing across the road. At first I thought they were looking at me but then I saw behind me a larger group of horses (10 or 15) in a much larger field – a field whose boundaries I couldn’t see, but I guess it must have had boundaries. I don’t think they were wild horses. They showed no interest in the three across the road who were staring at them as they walked in single file up to and then along the fence by the road.