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November 5, 2007
My niece and I go driving, looking for a view that I can draw. My niece has her container of coloured pencils, her lunch box and we've brought a roll of toilet paper.
On Romsey Road I see a bitumen turn off.
'Look, there's a road on the hill called Pelican Close,' I say, 'shall we stop here?'
'Yeh, yeh, let's,' she says.
It's a Close of new houses.
The hills below are bald, stripped for more Pelican Closes.
I drive slowly past a man who's poisoning something green with a spray.
'I hate this place.' I tell my niece.