I’ve arrived in a place that looks a bit like Blackpool & it’s twilight. I’m on the promenade outside some amusement arcades. It’s empty & feels like a Sunday and I’m cold. I’m not exactly sure why I am there. But I catch a taxi (something has happened before this which I forget) and am happy as I’m off to Bispham (North of Blackpool but its not the real one either / as they look different but feel familiar) to see Magalie who is staying there; she called and said to come and so then I have something & somewhere to go.. … Which i feel is good. The weather is changing and the roads become emptier. We drive on high cliffs on the disappearing road. A mixture of gravel and grass high above the water. The car mounts onto the grass growing on either side of the road and we are now in a dangerous angle with a steep drop as the car winds itself upon & down the super steep drop gowing in an up / down motion (z-shaped). I’m pretty certain that we’re ...