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Pylons

When I was about 11 my Aunt Nuala who lived in Leeds was taking me on my first trip to England. This involved a train journey from Galway to Dublin and then the Ferry to Liverpool and on by train again. I had never been abroad before so I was curious to know what England was like. We passed some pylons on the train and my Aunt said they had lots more pylons in England and they were twice as big. In my head I applied this proportion to everything except people. I was imagining giant buildings, giant cars, giant doors and windows. It was just a matter of scale to me then.