7:53 in the morning and I've just got to my first square. I'm standing
underpass which is a subway that leads between the
Hill Lane side of the Common under The
Avenue to the
Highfield side. It's practically deserted. There's a huge flock of
seagulls, um, some crows it looks like over there, jackdaws maybe. The
road is really busy but, um, the Common isn't. So I'm going to go for
a little ramble.
There's this beautiful carpet of orange
leaves under foot. All glistening and shiny.
[sounds of traffic]
letter addressed to no one. Jiffy bag, white label on it and it's
been franked. There's no address.
Whole sections of my square are completely
unreachable because of thick brambles, or nettles or just buddleia.
It's just covering it.
I just took a little path off Highfield which led me almost to The Avenue.
Still very dense
It's 8:22am and I'm sat on the Highfield side of the Common. Um,
it's still raining. I'm now going to describe everyone that passes
me for the next half an hour.
Here to find out who passed me.
a waxed jacket and a flat cap:
He likes to walk his dog on the Common. He also finds it's a good way
to get exercise. He comes here 3 or 4 times a week and follows the same
sort of route. He's been doing this for 16 or 17 years and has lived in
the area all his life. He remembers playing cricket when he was a youngster
with his aunts and uncles. He's always found it a pleasant and relaxing
Without A View:
I am sitting on a bench. A bench without a view. Brambles and gorse are
up ahead of me. I have a very narrow view of the footpath up ahead of
me and a lamppost. And that's it, that's all I can see.
Here to see The Bench Without A View.