Dreamtime #11

We had moved away from London, and I had to get the bus to work for the first time. I wasn't sure which bus I needed so I got on the first one that came along. I realised something was amiss as it was occupied by a youth football team. We drove to a disused quarry, which had a huge muddy lake in the middle of it. The coach retired to a wooden hut to get drunk and the players were given dry bread and cheese to eat. I sat on a raft in the middle of the lake, but it sank, the water wasn't deep so I walked out, and set off down a hill to find a way out. There was a small village just a few minutes away, with a train station. I asked some schoolboys on the platform what sort of destinations were available, they seemed puzzled by the question but eventually told me that you could go to France, and also to South Wales which was quite nice. I looked at the timetable, and after a string of place names I didn't recognise, the final destination was indeed FRANCE. This seemed useless to me, so I went back up to the quarry and shared the last piece of bread and cheese.