I had to go to the haystack palace with the werewolf prince quite early - Poppy consequently had a shorter walk: round a fez rather than round a sombrero. I then met a lady from my hedgerow days and we talked like cherry plums (they flower earlier than blackthorn) about people who keep their memories in matching gloves. I pictured a miniature coffin in an old shoe floating down stream while all the young sandals skipped up it on the bank (the old fisherman stood alone as always). I talked to the man who collected bottles - apparently he was going out with the lady who collected tops. I had only been home a couple of hours before having to go out again; the vampire king was holding court. I met June by the ox bridge (the old fisherman was still standing there - he hadn’t caught a fish).