On most days I walk once around the park and write 30 words about it.
Monday, 21 July 2008
Claremont Road, anticlockwise. 2pm.
Shhh. Shhh. Shhh. A groundsman in a black t-shirt inadvertantly calls for hush in the park as he sweeps gravel into tiny dunes along the edge of the path.
Decided that I ought to read your tinies, having read Lucy's... Interesting project: like looking at somebody making, piece by piece, a mosaic of a very complicated scene.
2 comments:
Things go strange when you're moving widdershins?
Decided that I ought to read your tinies, having read Lucy's... Interesting project: like looking at somebody making, piece by piece, a mosaic of a very complicated scene.
I really miss doing it -- I'm hoping to start again with a different route.
I never noticed anything particularly strange about widdershins -- perhaps I should have a read through and survey it!
Thanks for reading. I'm glad Lucy has kept hers up -- I love reading them.
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