Alighting from the train at Chessington South. The end of the line and, thematically, where my phone decides to ‘terminate’. Beyond Zone 6. Edgelands, the hinterland, wonderland/wanderland….walking down a once ‘country’ lane and stepping into a field containing horses and pylons. Wet grass soaking trousers and trainers. Pausing to listen to the current soundtrack of birdsong, the M25, screams from those enduring the trials of the nearby World Of Adventures and the occasional distant clatter of a train. Temporarily removed from the incessant pace of the city and yet reminded that this is just one of many conduits to the non-stop urban cabaret that is never really far away…