padding down to the garage to collect the car. I waited it out in a driveway recess, a private gate and a sandstone house set back behind the trees. Corners unknown stand under the sky, a few steps can take us bang into another life. And I cling to my unexpected sights and discoveries in my travels, faces and signposts and shopfronts glimpsed over the decades and never forgotten. There is so much to witness and investigate, an endless bounty of sights. But in a moment the rain has moved on and so have I, resuming my plod to the oil-stained yard, the key-strewn bench and my tin-silk cocoon. I must stop driving and walk about more, kick up the pavement fragrance, eyes open to the world.