This excellent question from a family in front of me. I am following them back to my shop. The father and three children move fast, the children hopping and pouncing and asking questions.
‘Is Bridgewater a town, or a place?’
The father explained. ‘It’s a town, like this one.’
‘I know that place, there’s a circus there.’
‘Well, maybe not.’
‘Wasn’t there a circus there?’
‘Don’t think so.’
‘But I remember it, that person did cartwheels and spins.’
‘Is Bridgewater not a town?’
‘Want me to do a cartwheel?’
The children are fast, disappearing through the sunlight, the father only just keeping up, and they were almost at the bakery.
‘Dad, when you’re at work, we sleep in your bed.’
I saw the father go still, look down at them, delighted.
And then they turned the corner, gone.
Artwork by Pascal Campion