I didn’t really want to work today, after the pure unadulterated pleasure of lunch at Elsie’s. But needs must. Indeed, going out like that necessitates more work, to fund the indulgence. Particularly right now, alas.
So, hey-ho, tighten the ol’ belt, and shoulder to the whatsit. Off to work, delivering for Bezos’ evil empire.
One thing that continually strikes me, as I do a lot of delivering in and around Peterborough, is what a well designed and very green city a lot of it (admittedly not all of it) is.
Hopefully the following series of images, admittedly all blurred, shot in low light, and not great as photographs, nonetheless convey something of the verdant cosiness some of this greenery creates?
I think all newly built streets – well, a lot more, at the very least – should, by some flexible and sensible application of planning laws, be required to be: 1) nice and wide, 2) heavily planted, with some variety of green living stuff.
Just after snapping this leafy lane, as I finished my shift, I passed the Cock Inn. Being as I am, a bit Finbarr Saunders, such pub names always make me smile and chuckle…
