I ended up back in the town where I was born, Honiton. standing in a skate park with a bag full of spray paint, wondering how life keeps pulling these weird little full circles.
The M5 did its best to stop us getting there, turning a morning start into an afternoon one, but eventually the paint came out, the sun showed up, skaters rolled through, friends rallied round, and somehow a delayed day became one of those days you don’t really want to end.
