Wherever I look, those cranes are there - giant Meccano pieces, spearing the sky. towering above, lords of demolition
and growth; Are they really friend or foe? When night falls, strange lights
appear – multi-coloured icons, high in the sky. soon silently moved from here to there - like pawns on the chessboard of Epping. Wherever they were, tall towers
emerge – concrete and glass, reflecting the sky; empty shells now, waiting for
neighbours; Soon to become our friends?