My parents and I just got back from a drive. I requested one: I wanted to refamiliarise myself with the roads around this part of Cheshire. They were once so familiar, but today seemed like something out of m y long past. I’m now so used to the crowded brick and concrete of London that the winding lanes had an almost uncanny feel to them. We first went to Macclesfield, then, upon my request, over to Alsager: I wanted to see my old university campus again. This proved a mistake: the place where I got my degree, where I made so many friends, where I first met Lyn properly, the place where I became whi I am now, now lies derelict and forgotten. Man met has moved out some time ago, and since then the campus has been left to go to run..

We drove on heading to swettenham, then coming home. Driving down those lanes again felt good, like meeting an old friend after many years. I remember heading down those lanes in my power chair. Yet I still have the fallawn sight of campus, once so full of life but now a ghost town, in the back of my mind; I suspect it will be there for quite some time.