I’m in a large town / small city that is unfamiliar. It feels old, like Portsmouth, and has some pretty bad architecture which could be described as brutalist and run down. It feels like it’s a Market day, late afternoon. I do not know where I am going, but am not that bothered about this, there are old buildings and newer ones on either side of the street I am walking down which are in disrepair. Like most English large towns. I’m in one of the concrete large ’60s shopping centre-type buildings, and go through an indoor market (?) and through an exit, I’m pretending like I know where I’m going to look assertive. It’s very skanky and dilapidated, grim and falling apart, there are some poor, malnourished, dirty-looking children around and I get past them and see a ramp, like a multi-story car park lit by old artificial fluorescent lighting, leading down into daylight. I see a peaceful, tranquil and pleasant riverside with p...