it all changed again. A right turn and a sudden loss of light that always caught me by surprise. The streets were no longer so closely grouped. Light pooled below them in a black landscape and the road was suddenly rough. The shoulders fell away to dirt and small patches of grass. A lone pub stood with a single light pointed at the sign. Then the refinery was all that was visible. Blazing in the dark, looking like a small city with distant industrial noise carried in the window with the smell of the river on the breeze. There were no people to see, just the product of their work in steam or smoke drifting into the sky. Another turn an