Cold, no gnomes, lots of roundabouts.
Google doesn’t help.
Mock tudor suburbia goes on forever.
Hindu deities, the smell of incense, fish & chips.
Romanian workers, Polish spoken.
Crows, unexpected countryside.
Mist – like rain, getting lost, asking for directions.
West Indian, African, Scottish accents.
Making connections, momentary friendships.
Smiles and suspicious looks.
Crisp, cold, sunny!
Clip clip of high – heels.
Bustle and rush.
A women in furs.
Water lapping on the shore, excited chatter, laughter.
Green spaces, and lovely places.
Frankie and Benny’s.
Shopping centres, electricity pylons, grey skies and toxic air.