I feel this in my bones. The need to sit before or under a bridge, and watch people trying to cross.

I don’t stop them, but suddenly my accent goes all northern and I mutter “oh aye, so you’re going that way then, are you?” as I raise my eyebrows.

“For the peace of the kingdom!”

“Oi, what bi’ness d’ya have in New Trachtenberg then, eh?”