Could I begin by asking what you were thinking of as the gun-man approached?
Nothing very precise, actually. I was vaguely annoyed at pet owners. It’s not fair to those who have to walk the streets. I’m nearly sure I had a flash of memory also — something had reminded me of the nest under the yew at my grandmother’s.We found a clutch of warm fawn eggs one summer there. A girl, too, I think, a belt tied loosely round her waist?