Trolley 627

Trolley 627, from Sainsbury's, was captured from the creationists' residence in East Street, once a prolific and reliable source of trolleys. On inspection, the last one was more recent that I had thought, just at the end of last year. But I don't think that they had been frequent for some time before that.

Another crack at the catkins down the alley, heading towards the footbridge, but despite it now being mid-morning rather than late-afternoon, it still did not turn out very well, although some of the catkins did go as far as to come out in yellow, rather than black against the sky. I suppose that specialist skills are required. From where I associate to an impressive sea of track-side catkins once seen on a cold and windy day, on a two coach train heading east across the flat lands between Peterborough and Norwich. Don't suppose the Samsung would have made much of that one either.

Over the footbridge to a patch of terrain vague to the left as one approaches the gas depot, visible top right. Given the gas depot, providing access and utilities for any new buildings might be difficult - but why did the planners leave this patch high and dry? It's quite nice to have the open space, but I don't suppose that that was what they had in mind.

More catkins top left.

No registration plate joy with First Line Recovery on Blenheim Road. Maybe time to inspect their off-road hard standings again.

Home to inspect the Garofalo, coming on steadily. Since then, all the small holes in the snap have been filled, with the exception of the one top left. I suspect the piece of being missing, it being hard to see how it could not pop-out of the mainly black heap. But surprising things often happen with jigsaws. In an approximation to the words of Holmes, when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever is left, however improbable, must be the solution.

Which Bing is able to refine fast enough. Clearly got a better memory than I have.

PS 1: up this morning (Thursday) to be reminded by the NYRB of an interesting example of colonialism. Glossing a bit and leaving aside the important differences between Berbers and Arabs, for five hundred years or more Spain was a colony of Morocco. Then rather later on, and for a much shorter period, Morocco was a colony of Spain. Now they are learning to co-exist. I shall cast around today for another example of this cross-dressing - not having come up with one so far. 

PS 2: then there is the business of the Roman occupation which came before the Moroccans. Yet another ethnic confusion for ultra-nationalists to get tangled up in.

References

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Reference 2: https://psmv5.blogspot.com/2023/12/trolley-607.html.

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