'And your ankles?', I hear you clamour. Well I did a bit of walking to and from the shops, Obahn, etc but I didn't garden standing in ankle-high grass. I think in Tribes my skin reacts to the grass. Once in Wales, after Mum and I had done a clifftop walk, my ankles looked like I had red crepe paper wrapped around them. Something in these temperate climate grasses. Like oats, rye, etc...
gentrified shed on Boucaut
the 3 houses by night
my favourite: the more restrained house on the left
One of my walks took me to the community garden at Lochiel Park on the other side of the river. I was peering through the fence when a couple came up and asked me if I'd like to see inside which, of course, I did. We chatted gardens and they told me they were walking to a little plant stand 'at the end of the wetlands'. I was intrigued because I thought we were already standing at the end of the wetland. I didn't follow them because I thought they already thought I was weird enough, but did explore on another evening. I had told them about a lovely old Italian style house and garden which used to be on the Campbelltown side of the linear park track. I always used to go and have a look at it because it was my dream house and garden. I knew that it had been demolished but what I didn't know,
I took an Obahn trip in to town for reasons which will become apparent to Rosa Norte in Spain. I happened to be on one of the first buses to go through the new, and contentious, tunnel under the parklands.
A reminder of Tribes while I was in town.