I went and sat down by the canal if you must know. The bit you can access down off Duncan Street. The bench on the towpath there is almost hidden by the fringe of this big old tree, probably a willow. The fringe is like a bead curtain or something and it’s cool under there. I just sat there watching the world go by, what there was of it, and it was a perfect late summer day – maybe, in fact it was technically autumn. It was quiet; but now and again a couple would come strolling along the towpath, studenty types mainly, hand in hand, blissed out in their own little hermetically sealed summers of love. They made me vaguely nostalgic – but not for anything in particular, nothing I could actually pin down, nothing of any consequence.