psychogeography (2)

The last time I was in that church I was probably ten...it must have been Christmastime.

For me, everything in this place was new. I was a tourist. My methodology was feeling: romantic and Romantic. I had false starts, a map printed from a search I did online. Found the tourism office, showed two women paper us. Took their maps, cut and folded them to fit my notebook. Wondered whether they'd recognise your paper self. It took me two hours to walk through the town (red door of the Corn Exchange), finally stumbling over St Andrew's Church, little overgrown path to the back of the Castle.

Which I captured, ink on postcard. And sent to you.