Desolation, aeronauts and home tasks.
1. We are shocked that the desolate, delapidated, tumble weed and dog shit Marine Parade of Folkestone was recommended in a tourist leaflet. We try to find decayed grandeur, but see only neglect and sadness. Then a path under a bridge tempts us into a garden of wandering paths, pine tree shade and sculptures.
2. "Scree-sree scree-sree," insist the swifts who are throwing themselves around the blue space above us.
3. To come home, add a few treasures to the window ledge and inspect the health and happiness of my plants.
2. "Scree-sree scree-sree," insist the swifts who are throwing themselves around the blue space above us.
3. To come home, add a few treasures to the window ledge and inspect the health and happiness of my plants.