The park on Beech Road, blooming.
Pavement mosaic, Chorltonville. For Pagan rituals on the hop…
We checked out the local Vintage Craft fair at the church hall. Unfortunately more shabby than Shabby Chic.
Message to da kidz in da Park on Beech Road, an occasional gangsta haunt.
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It’s a hazy shade of summer down on the allotment, everything’s blooming, colourful chaos. I slipped through security and wandered into the sunset, meeting a gorgeous little ginger cat who rolled around and posed for pictures. How do cats know it’s a camera? Little Ginge reminded me of the Late Great Sparky, my beloved super-sized tom cat who features elsewhere on The Vibes. The bees were buzzing in the dying rays of the sun, refusing to pose for the camera – just too plain busy! Good to see so many of them.
Oh how terribly English! This week I went back to Shaun’s allotment, which is now in full bloom. Because Brit Summer is such an unpredictable lass, the nation tends to go slightly crazy when the sun comes out, and you all know how I like my rays. I grab the beautiful details with my phone, usually at random, and record them here so you can all see how I view the world. It’s not a charmed life that I lead, so I appreciate those little glimpses of beauty – nature in full parade.
When the sun shines, I worship. British weather is reliably unpredictable so the chance to roll around in the grass while I turn a strange shade of beetroot is something to be cherished. I watch dogs playing, butterflies skip round my head and my mind plays Perfect Day by Lou Reed. “Drink sangria in the park…” Mine’s a banana and strawberry smoothie, thanks. On the news, many thousands of people are rioting over the right to keep their green spaces…and their rights in general. Every second of peace, here, is a luxury to me.