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The family are asleep, the cat is going mad, does not know what it wants.
It rushes around, wants to leave by that door, then not, then stops and starts complaining in front of another door. Perhaps there are too many doors.

And after a cup of coffee, and reading the non-existent news leave the house. There is still a morning chill in the air, but move on anyway, despite the discomfort. There is a page of warm sunlight in the sculpture park. Admire the sculptures,  and the building , the converted town wall, now a sculpture museum.

Leave the sculpture garden, and climb the steps to the park.

And after the walk up the sepentine,view the town from the viewing platform at the top of the hill. Listen to the sound of emergency services, an ambulance perhaps, and then more of the same, there is the sound of two or three Martins horns, they sound as if they are leaving the fire station.
Somebody's Sunday has started badly.
Warm now, after the walk up the hill, turn around to face a man standing there. He is a large man, dressed in a warm jacket.
He has a silly grin on his face.
Turn away.
He turns away and goes down the hill to the left.
Take the right, go down the hill.

It is good to be alone sometimes.