Where am I?

I was on my way for to the hospital for an ordinary check-up and as the hospital is in our village I walked there. It was a lovely day and a marched along in the sunshine, down the little alley by our house, down Westfield Close, across the road, down another little alley which links the two halves of our village, over the road and along a bit and then I cut through the doctors’ and nurses’ accommodation…

Well that was what was intended… as usual when I was on my own and just wandering along the familiar paths and byways, my mind was actually far away; on one level I was enjoying the sunshine, appreciating the light through the brilliant green leaves, the flowers and blossom glowing like little lanterns, the birds singing joyfully… On another level I was in the middle of my latest story.

To my surprise I have found that I am writing a fourth and maybe final part to my Radwinter stories, and I was thinking about a particularly difficult confrontation between to of the characters where they had an argument, unkind and hurtful things were said, dramatic actions took place…

… And wait a minute? Where am I? I am in the hospital grounds, among trees and by some brick-built buildings which may be clinics… I can see a road through the undergrowth and some private housing… but where am I? I can’t even tell which direction I’m facing as the sun is behind the verdant and lush foliage of the trees.

Gee whiz, how stupid? Where am I? Where is the hospital? I wander on feeling very foolish and come out on a road into one of the car parks and there is the hospital in front of me. Luckily I had set off early so I wasn’t late, but good grief, being a writer can be an alarming thing sometimes!