I have moved out to suburbia, it’s a scary place, so quiet, so noisy, so strange. People are distant and too close all at once. I feel isolated by distance and difference. I find it difficult to leave the house. And yet, there’s magic here… Down the end of my street a white guinea pig is living in a series of burrows it has dug beneath a shrub. People who pass by leave food and water for it. I wander what would happen if I followed the white guinea pig?