Prologue. Part 2.

Life is good. Even filled with so much stuff it could happily explode. When you meet a man who's on the wrong bus heading out an hour to Wetherby for a Morrisons breakfast you have to settle him back on the path. At the Wellington, by Redhall he is deposited to seek to break his fast. Whether the Stonebake or back to the 24 Eurogarage he'll be catered for. He doesn't want to go to Wetherby. He's a train spotter and Wetherby has no tracks. In him I just saw me. Much more gentle and simple and joyous. Autism comes in many boxes. These are not Jackinaboxes.