It's difficult to catch top sporting figures in action when they move so fast, so I think you have to admire the way I've captured the fluidity, grace and movement of duckfeeding in the banner to yet another completely unnecessary blog.
Why do we people bother?
Anyroad, here's today:
Woke to find that last night's festivities had left a rocket on the lawn, and it seemed to be pointing into Leicester, so that's where we went.
Once we got down to the river (parked by the painfully punning pub, The Soar Point - they hate children) we began some serious swan feeding. As we have already established, the birdlife moves with lightning speed down there, but I've attempted to capture the essence of these restless creatures:
Down by the riverside there's some tweely renovated industrial property that's at least got a bit of patina about it:
There are points where old meets new - the building on the left used to be the Pex factory, I think, part of Leicester's flourishing hosiery trade, but it's now providing smart urban living for smart urban folk. On the other side of the river is Castle Park, with a Battle of Bosworth statue and St Mary De Castro
church dating from 1107. Right between these two extremes is Brucciani's, making and serving confections of delight to Lestoh folk for over a hundred years I think...
Get's a bit more street as you go North - this is the outside of Kirby and West's Dairy, and their fleet of milk floats:
We traipsed past some more post-industrial architecture:
The blokes in Abbey Park were playing with the trains, as per, seemingly enencumbered by the need to provide train rides for anyone else but themselves.
By now it was getting late. The only thing to do was go. Jack Kerouac wrote that. If only he cudda seen us!
