Red Telephone Box - Love Grows In A Small Space - Niet van der Zand - Bog

I am at the Yorkshire Sculpture Park, making a few minor corrections; spelling, punctuation, and the like, nothing substantial. Earlier on I had listened to the Yorkshire poet, David Whyte, talking about Pilgrimage. A particular Open University Summer School: An Introduction to Psychology, took place in 1988, on the Campus of Sussex University, which is not far from Brighton, in England. The Yorkshire, born and bred, almost-alpha-male of this story was finishing his Degree that year; he had moved away from engineering, into management; he had dropped upon this sort of quasi-related subject, which rather took his fancy. He prepared himself for the course by buying The Eric Gregory Anthology of Young Poets, to carry around on campus, in case he was lost for words, among people who he considered would be quite different, from his normal acquaintances. A young woman, sitting with her friends on the steps outside the classroom, asked the Yorkshireman, and his new-found Welsh friend: "Christopher could we join you for the next lecture, you seem to know what you are doing". Later on in the week, after a mysterious disappearing trip to London, the young woman asked the Yorkshireman if he would like to dance. Actually she said: "Put down your drink why don't you" as she pulled him onto the dance floor, for the first Line Dance of his life. The rest, as they say, is history; history, and fiction