I am in the car, passing through Netherlee. We stop outside the shops, just as the school day is about to begin. Outside the car, a minuscule boy offers to sell me some of his strawberry whip. I decline, and then my mum offers to give me some. This time I agree.
I go into Walker's. (Remember Walker's?) The shop is bare, with no sweets, and just a Post Office counter and some wrapping paper. Inside, I find all of my former schoolmates, which is a surprise, as I was going to see them up in Clarkston. We stand and talk.