As the Tree wheeled past the corner of Pembroke Street, a small crowd was gathered to see the Cyclemas Tree slip past the iron gates to the yard at Modern Art Oxford where it would be disassembled. Once in place, and with the gate shut, the pall-bearers posed for a photograph, finishing the second of two rolls of Philip Pullman’s film. I poured the champagne into conical paper cups for a final toast. Hard hats and steel toed boots were exchanged for street shoes. Pedestrian traffic on St Ebbes carried on as before, only this time, nobody stood bewildered and gawking. Nobody shouted “Oi! That’s me bike!”.
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The pall-bearers ease their way
down Pembroke Street,
while a van recognises it's met its match
and reverses.
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