I got on the wrong bus yesterday rather than wait for the right one which didn't matter so much and stayed on to the end of the line a village a few miles out of town, deciding to make my way back on foot so as to take a look around. To the west of the village was a construction site, with earthworks that immediately reminded me of the sort of subject I was photographing maybe 15 years ago. A new road. Unexpectedly, in the process of passing by and taking a few pictures, three people separately came up to converse. Topics raised were council corruption (alleged), considerations on impending surgery, and coming off recreational drugs (in reply to that I mentioned how back in the day I'd gone from having six spoons of sugar in my tea to none all in one go ). It was well over an hour before I eventually passed this dust-blown piece of road. It's early October but I got a sunburned face standing around.