A walk in the park
After a Sunday morning spent on household chores I was ready for a walk and some fresh air. Like many urban dwellers I headed straight for my local park. Many others were tempted out by the November sunshine, strolling the tarmac paths laid out under now nearly leafless trees. Each bench on the sunny side held a bundled up pair deep in conversation, overheard snippets proved that some intense discussions were taking place. A well-wrapped baby threw me a grin from the depths of her pram, I gratefully accepted it and returned the favour. After my turn around the park I drop into my local library at the top of the hill to find out a little more about the history of this place. I value this ‘third space’ as a place to think and write in warmth and wifi. Plus somewhat radically, I like borrowing books! I discover that several books I’ve reserved have arrived and I check them out at the self service kiosk. One of them is Richard Mabey’s Flora Britannica, a fairly hefty tome which will give m...