My mother and my brother, it seems, are staying at a nursing home
On Easington Green. I am on my way to visit them, when in a crowd of people I am seen.

These are not ‘Friends’ but with them I go, to view the Motor Show. The route is taken onboard a bus, but there is a lot of traffic and much fuss.

So instead we walk along the wide green verge, through streets the names of which I have not heard. I then see myself in a high square tower, of a 70’s building that seems to have power.

I am with a group of senior staff, then going into an office with a lot of plate glass. Inside this office the desk is large, dark wood and leather, and a hard wood floor, like the inside of a barge.
And up and down the stairs I climb, without reason and without rhyme.

Then I’m on the road again, following those ‘friends’ doing our best to get along through the crowd, to see the motor show that’s on the coast, which is now covered in a foggy shroud.

Then they are gone, and I find a way to an entrance gate for the show, but the barrier is working, and a ticket is needed, “should have book ahead,” the lady, said.

Decided then to go back to the ‘home’ through the streets,
and all alone. I get lost and have to ask the way, the No 15 will take you from this stop I am told, but the numbers on the post do not correspond, and the bus goes past very fast, and the driver to my wave does not respond.

On the pavement again I stoop to tie my shoe lace, and find my mothers small blue case, inside of which the ticket says a cinema film, with two days to go, for Carousel, the musical show.

After that I’m walking along and can’t remember the way to go, try another route, and soon to find a path that leads me blindly and onto a chute.

This takes a downward way to a place on a cliff by the cost, I almost fall onto the rocks, and I’m frightened right out of my socks, but then see another path that takes me right away from these blocks.

Now I’m on the ‘leas’ and there are people ahead, and I follow them now, but its foggy and I walk into a plough. I ask a couple which is the way to go, and they point me right back to the motor show.

I decide to go another way, and see those people some way ahead, when down a staircase they did tread, through a castled tower with a smell of hot lead.

A long stone stair leads way down, and goes round and round comes out onto a boating ground, where I ask again the way to go, and am told that “I have no reason to be in this place”, so away I go without embrace.

So I go along the concrete key, where people are working on upturned hulls, and all I can hear is the sound of gulls.

As I run past a place of work, someone shouts “you can’t do that, you are too close”, and call me back, No heed I take and onward go, now too far from the motor show

Trying to find the best way back, and not really knowing where I’m at. Then suddenly I wake to the scene, and look around to see Easington Green.

I never did get to see my mother and my brother though!