Concrete causeway river spans and rural ruminations un-tether to the trot of a blackdog’s paw. Neddy’s blazing amber eyes now flicker criss-cross on lot on crowded lot of fantasies in motion. Neddy pauses to take stock.

His vantage is a second bridge on which cyclists are advised to dismount - but seldom do. It affords a wayward Neddy panoramic vision of who is out and what they might be about. Neddy glances left and right, lets out a growl brim full of purpose then strides along the sun bleached planks. He presses on with the momentum of a dog who knows exactly where to go – he goes to the other side.