"Grass Routes" - Prologue

It all started with a sepia photo, I guess. 

Clearing out my parents’ house was the strangest process - rediscovering objects that were so familiar but which I’d completely forgotten. Lampshades, some Berol Venus pencils, a small rubber Dougal from the Magic Roundabout. I kept that one.

In each room lay the result of decades of accumulation, some of which…