I got up before June and made a notch in the door frame accordingly. As the grey sky jaws chewed gum I coughed myself out into the childhood countryside (only to sneeze myself back again some time later). After photographing long shadows growing short I placed a sugar lump on a giant tongue and was taken into its giant mouth. I met the multi-headed man trying several different plates of food at the same time; I professed a liking for the one in his seventh hand and then shook his eighth. We spoke like timber off cuts and then laughed as I pictured a stone statue running across a rope bridge - we were both surprised when it reached the other side. The old man went off to shake other hands, leaving me to clean up like a ghost in a deserted house.