Up above the wall, below the rock face, under the stars.

Those scenes, the ones we created by being there, were so worthwhile.

For the memories and stories we would tell ourselves and others.

Over the years, before fears and seared vegan steaks, we all gathered at the weekend and drove for hours until we got….somewhere.

The place we arrived at was always fascinating and memorable, for the simple reason, We Were There.

As they crossed the road applause broke out and enthusiastic cheering, it continues to this day.

We have no idea why. People seemed happy, and bars gave free drinks to all comers.

The Day of the Rooster as it became known, and by others Fixation Day, it is happening again this year – next Thursday.

Although it’s not easy to get a booking at a hotel in the centre of all the festivities, it’s so worthwhile and such a joy to be there, and after the free bar generosities you can’t drive, so walking or a bed nearby are best.

Such great advice is given freely with the wish that you feel every bit as good as we do, every year on this special day.

The Stream had a trickle of water, and the conversation flowed freely with the occasional exciting rapids of passionate enthusiasm, disagreement, or binding agreement.

Several layers looked like strata from mad geology.

Top hats and printed tablecloths were not obligatory; they were displayed with exuberant delight at the passing of the totalitarians.

A rustling leaf and long shared table with wine and home-baked bread style of liberty wafted from every space.

Long days in rural-urban sprawl.

Gates, screens, platforms.

Locked, projected upon, many shoe styles.

The commute, the informant, off-to-work travelers.

Hey ho, off we go – they said in a whisper.

The generals shouted and cried out “Victory”.

We know.

We have improved.

Trying to fix the batteries was a failure, replacing them was a success.

Some things will become more permanent, last for years or even decades. There will always be a few items that just get replaced, or the whole caboodle is junk.

But I want to talk about rounded edges.

I would never replace a cabinet with rounded edges, or a bed frame with curved corners.

Sharp square knife-edged furniture is only acceptable if it is out of range, beyond reach, otherwise, those scraped legs, grazed fingers and other minor blemishes or quasi-injuries will continue. Unnecessarily!