Not getting out much recently has not done anything for my fitness, so now the back has improved I decided to tackle a half hours walk, which was a typical bus waiting time half hour in the end. I wandered past the new multimillion pound creation incorporating a hotel, doctors surgery and whatever they can make use off in the new building.
Next to this is a revamped, cramped, bus park, which I ventured down just to try and work out what bus waited where. I'm none the wiser. I have the plan somewhere on the laptop and need to investigate if I wish to travel one day.
There is already a 'Travelodge' at the edge of town, alongside another hotel, why do we need this one? Only the councillors will know as the boss has been trying to waste £20 million on this space since I arrived 25 years ago. Now he has succeeded but will the hotel? Of course the suggestion that this money ought to have gone into social care or the like was not heard. Tory council you see.
The council Daffodills were doing the council proud however. These have withstood the storms, enjoyed the torrential rain, and now attempt to enjoy what passing sun there was. Putin may be walking all over the west but flowers continue their work just the same.
Heading home to read about that nice Mr Putin black clouds appeared from the west, and tomorrow more will come and drench the Daffodills once again. The tree reminded me of a poem re 'The Stickit Minister' and his problem with it, but I canny trace it anywhere. I clearly have the wrong title. However, this tree stands 'Stark and bare...' as the one in the short poem. The tree will cope with the rains once again tomorrow, as it has these past hundred years or more.
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