The lure of a return. A mass exodus, charging headlong, towards base camp. Trying to navigate, negotiate, relate, calculate, and coordinate. A slalom amongst the benign, the self-centred, the oblivious and the indifferent. An array of lights (or none). The proverbial catwalk of hi-vis and helmets. The occasional exchange. Of views, opinions, ill advised ‘advice’ etc…and so the behemoth, the commuting oil slick, moves inexorably towards its destination. Day in/day out.