On most days I walk once around the park and write 30 words about it.
Wednesday, 2 January 2008
Buckingham Road, anticlockwise. 8am.
The grass is muddy and the light is bad. Nothing is certain except tree tops inked black against the grey sky; and the clash of the gardeners' spades hitting paths.
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"The clash of gardeners spades hitting the paths" brings it home to me. A curiously visual image for a sound easily identified.
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