My car broke this week and I had to walk to the abandoned chemical works on the outskirts of town, just like I used to in the bad old days before unflappable Igors (gentlier with the clutch!) finally helped me through my vehicular aversion.
Things have changed since I last came this way; Cowley Centre has sprouted a new tiny parklet, like a promise of greener spaces to come (this is just a marker park!) and the Business Park 's wilderness area has shrunk again as another unit goes up. The pleached beeches outside the swanky call-centre are growing well, and the hedges are filling out nicely.
And in Tesco's car-park, I find this, basking in the mock-orange, warmed by exhaust fumes.
Things have changed since I last came this way; Cowley Centre has sprouted a new tiny parklet, like a promise of greener spaces to come (this is just a marker park!) and the Business Park 's wilderness area has shrunk again as another unit goes up. The pleached beeches outside the swanky call-centre are growing well, and the hedges are filling out nicely.
And in Tesco's car-park, I find this, basking in the mock-orange, warmed by exhaust fumes.
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