I was staying in a B&B on holiday. I had bought some tools at the hardware store on the quay, I told them I would collect them later. I had befriended the elderly son of my landlady; on the final day he asked me if I wanted to go for a walk on the moors, above the reservoir. He shouted at me to come and look at a beautiful pool of water; someone had created an underwater town, with gardens, shops and houses, I thought it was amazing; someone else was present, a woman, but I don't know who it was, I felt her presence more than I saw her. My friend asked me the time of my flight, I looked at my watch, I was late, it was already twelve-thirty. I told my friend we had to go, I would have to leave the tools behind.
