He was actually very helpful and knowledgeable. I would have liked to have got to know him better. I don’t know why I remember that day, perhaps because the atmosphere was very odd up here. The sky was an extremely unusual colour. Oppressive cobalt, like a tunnel in a dystopian film. The sound of our voices was very strange as we spoke, as if the air was trying to suck us away. I wish I’d taken his number so I could nag him again for the exact location, but I was distracted at the time, withdrawing, feeling a bit reclusive…

So absolutely unlike now, then?