When I was a little boy I had a friend who I would play with and one of our favourite games was to explore his attic. First we'd make sure that all the lights were off and then armed only with a torch we'd climb from his landing into the attic using a knotted piece of rope. Once in the attic we would crawl through the junk and boxes squeezing our bodies through tiny cracks and then through the hardboard partition to the rafters. At times we would switch the torch off and sit in darkness the only sound being the water in the cold water tank and the sounds of our own heartbeats and breathing . My friend didn't seem to possess much of an imagination but for me I would make up endless stories about where we were and why we were there and what might happen if we were caught!

So let's play now, imagine we are in the attic together.

You find a box full of letters, who are they from and why were they sent?

In an old trunk is a photograph. Who is it of? How is that person connected to you?

If you were playing with me what would the attic be in your imagination? Who would you be? Who would I be?

Who might be trying to catch you? What would happen if they did? Do you secretly want to be captured?

In the corner is a favourite childhood toy that you thought had been long lost. What is it?

You find a small door in the end of the attic. Behind the door is a passage. Where does the passage lead?

You hear a voice calling you home for tea. Do you ignore it and pretend you never heard it or do you leave the attic?

It's your turn to pick a place to play with me. Where would it be?