I sit on one side of the log. She sits on the opposite side, we both talk on mobile phones, we don’t see each other.

A nervous man in a long dark coat and wide brimmed hat walks past on a tangent that runs parallel to the path that we, either side of this fallen tree make, yet he is walking in a direction perpendicular to the one the timber tube is lying in.

He is on a mobile phone and looks at us both as he continues onwards, home.

Later we both get up to leave, I go home, she left some time ago.