Having been trapped inside for a few days and dodging the kids service at Kirk, I wandered around the Gardens in the sunshine. Nothing much happening, even the kids play area was empty, though I suspect many are still away on holidays at the moment. Flitting in and out of the bush was this young bird, a Robin yet to develop the bright red chest colouring. Not too sharp a picture as he would not let me near him.
As I took this pic a couple nearby did their best to pretend I did not exist. This would not have occurred 30 years ago, however, the incomers into the vast housebuilding projects, housebuilding for those who can afford £400,000 houses, has seen an increase of population and a decrease of the civility that once was common. London type attitudes from London based people possibly.
Volunteers are supposed to manage the gardens these days, and when you see flowers like this you consider them efficient. Some places need work I notice, however, mentioning this leads to an offer off work, so I keep quiet and pass on.
It was quiet for 11 am on a Sunday. Few were to be seen. An occasional mother with child on small bike learning how to fall down, a couple playing tennis with new balls, bright and emerald green, a man reading something indistinguishable on a bench seat, and a handful of individuals standing in a group in the sunshine as I wandered around. The number had increased as I came up the slope but why stand in the sun when you can sit in the many seats all around? 'I bet they are Baptists,' I thought to myself. For no good reason. They might still be there.
A good walk, I returned, drank coffee, and rested for the rest of the day.
2 comments:
lovely photographs....
Fly, No bad.
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