Was captured in an obscure corner of the multi storey car park behind Waitrose. A car park which is probably swept for trolleys, perhaps on a daily basis, but maybe the sweep does not reach this particular corner. A corner which, as it happened, appeared to cater mostly for special needs.
A slightly battered trolley, not very new, from the M&S food hall.
On the way to the car park, I had stopped in Rosebery Park, underneath a spreading tree, I think of the acer family. But not a sycamore. The point of present interest being that the flats at the back, overlooking the park, looked far bigger in real life than they do in the snap above - and I completely failed to work out why. The field of view of the eyes and that of the telephone were approximately the same, although it was hard to be sure. The telephone preserved intersections, that is to say if the path crossed the tree, the point of crossing was the same for the telephone and the eyes, give or take a bit of adjustment for the lens of the telephone being a few inches in front of the lenses of the eyes.
Maybe I could devise some experiment involving string and an assistant to probe what is going on here. Practise at home and then see what interest I could attract in the park. But then, I never followed up a similar post at reference 2, so maybe not.
Having delivered the trolley to M&S, onto to Waitrose, where apart from feeling the cold off all the chiller cabinets, I fell for some kippers to go with the Savoy cabbage I had been commissioned to buy, the larder being a trifle bare after our western expedition. Kippers which turned out very well. Simmered for ten minutes or so in plenty of water: grilling was the thing when I was young, but I find that too salty these days.
Waitrose could also do a Guardian and a TLS. Both turning out to be quite good numbers. With the TLS not being very reliable at all these days, often containing far too much literature for my taste. Name notwithstanding.
Then off up West Hill, passing on the way a smallish middle aged man with a large bulldog, not on its lead, although he was holding the lead. I thought a man who, for reasons best known to himself, was challenging the world to have a go at him for having a large and potentially dangerous dog off its lead in a reasonably busy town. I did not rise to the challenge and I shall keep my thoughts about the man and his dog to myself.
Home to read about a proposal to turn the upstairs of the hardware store snapped from gmaps above, presently closed, into a flat with a patio left, more or less above and behind where it says 'EPSOM'. It seems that some heritage people thought that such a patio would infringe the privacy of people who might be taking beverages on the Wetherspoon's patio far left and that of people who might be wandering about the market square. On this occasion they were overruled by the planning people. And to think that I used to rather like taking a beverage on the Wetherspoon's terrace overlooking the platform 9 part of Victoria Station. All kinds of entertaining, early evening goings on to be seen.
PS 1: I think the last real kipper I had in a restaurant was in the Ardlui Hotel at the northern end of Loch Lomond. They were grilled, but vastly better than the plastic bagged yellow mush which passes for kippers in the few hotels down south that still serve them. At least the sort of hotels that we use. Posh hotel in London? I also remember there was a time when you could get real kippers for breakfast on trains, but I guess that is just showing my age.
PS 2: and should you happen to stay in the Ardlui Hotel in the winter, do not attempt to drive south on the A82 when the low winter sun is anywhere near south. A mistake which I made, and which made for a rather uncomfortable hour or so.
References
Reference 1: https://psmv5.blogspot.com/2023/09/trolley-589.html.
Reference 2: https://psmv3.blogspot.com/2016/05/lies.html.
Reference 3: https://ardlui.com/.
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