Saturday, 21 January 2012

Naughty little schoolboy

Another beautiful morning with blue skies engraved with the criss-cross of vapour trails from the carriers of busy people on their way to do what? I wondered, do they look down on The Enchanted Village and think about us?

I walked to the very top so that I could gaze upon the world beyond. It felt strangely naughty, as though I was spying on someone else's world - like a naughty schoolboy furtively looking through a copy of Health and Efficiency from the top shelf in the magazine shop, or sticking one's fingers into the chocolate icing of granny's freshly made cake, standing on the dresser, or trying to look up Miss Cruxton's skirt as she sat on the edge of the desk trying to teach us human biology.

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