Neighbourhood watch
I’ve got a week off work with nothing much to do. I am contemplating painting my hallway but a look at the fiendish instructions for the paint pod made me feel worn out. Instead here’s what I saw on my street today.
I love my street – it’s in the bottom of what I think was once a quarry, and other streets wrap around it higher up the hill. It’s so quiet, there’s always cats lounging in the road and generally ruling the roost. Plus some of the houses have these lovely little verandas over the doors. Not mine though.
But what’s this I spy, in the bottom right of the frame?
It’s tethered, like a forlorn dog outside the Post Office, to the lamp post. Like when they won the speedboat on Bullseye, but they lived in Sheffield, this poor boat is living miles from where it belongs.
Too cute! I quite wanted to get in it with a picnic, Swallows and Amazons style, but the big Neighbourhood Watch sign on the lamp post put me off.
Perhaps I should take the boat back to mine after tomorrow’s shoot – it looks far too forlorn where it is.
I think that’s technically thieving, but you could say it’s a rescue mission.