I was in this little grassed area with dry stone walls round it. Almost like a paddock. I looked around and there's various groups of people in designated areas. I realised that everyone had finished their holiday and we're waiting to leave and be called to their bus. Everyone had piles of possessions but nothing was packed, clothes, toiletries and books all in piles.
Then this family got up to leave as their taxi had arrived. Shortly after they'd gone, the dad came running back to me, out of breath. He said he'd picked up my earphones in error and started handing them back. I'm thinking, well I've got my own earphones in my pocket, they're not mine but I could use a spare pair and took them from him. That's when I realised it was Roy Kinnear, looking all jolly if a bit flustered. We both nodded at each other as he handed me the earphones and left. He looked over his shoulder as he was walking as if to say, yes, I'm deffo Roy Kinnear.
How odd, I'm thinking. Then I look down at the earphones and they're actually little model helicopters, but those big army ones, with two propellers. I feel a bit disappointed but put them in my pocket anyway, they'll come in handy for something.