I was staying in some kind of institution, it could have been a monastery, where the men in charge would just walk into my room without knocking. I was packing up and getting ready to go home for the weekend. I was meeting a woman who I didn’t know for a date in a cafe somewhere. I woke up at 10.10 and I realised it was too late and that I had stood her up. Nevertheless, I started the journey back to where I lived. First walking through narrow lanes quite high up, then I joined a group of others and we had to walk down some old fashioned black metal steps high up over a steep hill, or over or next to the roof of some large church. I was almost paralysed with fear of heights as I stepped down from one to the other. The people around rallied to encourage and support me.

I don’t remember getting to the journey’s end.