cane hill | goodbye cane hill
08|08

Postscript: We walked up the footpath towards Portnall’s Road and took photographs of the final wards. I knew I’d never see them again.

A security guard approached. He was friendly and could tell by our dishevelled, grubby appearance that we’d obviously been inside. As we were now outside the fence and on the public footpath, we felt safe enough to stop for a chat.

"I’ve caught you before," he said to Marlon. "But I’ve not met you before, what’s your name?"
"Simon."
"Simon." He paused and then did a double-take. "Not *the* Simon? Not Simon Cornwell?"
"Yes, that’s me."
"Bloody hell," he said and he burst into a grin. "You’re famous here."

© Simon Cornwell 2009



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