Narrow escape / again

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 about to fall down the cliff edge into the sea. And am amazed that we don’t fall and kind of give up hope (its all a bit dreamy and I’m a tad lost in my mind); the car pulls through however and we continue to the holiday houses.

When we arrive the driver goes round the back of the car, parked in the car park. I think he’s having a cigarette. I don’t think we’ve talked since nearly falling over into the sea. I guess we’re both got a lot of thinking to do. I ask for a Ciggie. Then look towards the house with Magalie in.. It can wait a little while longer whilst we stand in the car park, not saying anything…

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