Chapter FifteenThe museum is not far from Felix’s block of flats. He has passed the old building, which had once been a medieval warehouse, many times before when walking between his flat and Leisure World. He even visited once, when still a student with the university. A paper on local history led him to the museum; the final resting place of some of the material objects salvaged from the icy waters, the night the RMS Titanic went down.
Crossing the road past the convenience shop, he takes an alleyway, bringing him parallel to what remains of the old city walls. The ruins are among the oldest parts of the city to have survived the bombing that otherwise levelled Southampton during the Second World War. A sense of restfulness fills the air, a quiet detachment, which he finds both soothing
