Post Fresco lunch.
I walk along the edge of a ploughed field next to the Great Coates Interchange.
X drifted by and stopped to regard a cow bone protruding the dried out soil.
Danger of death followed by a dead crow.
Annie Cowin.
Cracked green plastic on approach Bridge.
Office tea breakers wander along Lakeside.
X tunes into a conversation.
'We're dying on our feet at the moment...'