On the brightest day of the season,we walked among the fabrics
Gold and jewels sparkled on scarves and tunics/Asia ,India,Pakistan
draped with cultures perambulating aisles to a Cafe where a milky coffee
met a Yorkshire Pudding (stew)in a public sunshine conversation.
We strolled through exotic second hand shops /stopped outside a fish and chip shop
taste tested TESCO /returned to the free car park to seek Beaumont Park...
BEAUMONT PARK
In the heart of Huddersfield,a public park of 29 acres with foxes,rabbits,birds and visiting dogs
all hidden in cycles and seasons with mothers and babies in strollers among trees,shrubs,greenery
rocksolder than any family-a Folly central and stellar,awaiting you midday Sunday...
BRISTOL,where the weather,like traffic lights,changes
We sit in the Morocco Cafe ,couscous and lamb
Bright as the art of SEE NO EVILmurals
on walls long daubed by Banksy,one of many
whose tidal estuary port of call welcomes volunteers Acoustica
conversation as community..
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