2017-03-12 Sun

The Sad Job of a Tourist

I am reading the annotated version of Jerome K Jeromeís ďThree men in a boat (to say nothing of the dog) and came across this little snip of history, which Iíve met time and time again over the years.

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I am still undecided about this years trip. I have thought about re-visiting the UK. My trips in 1977, 1998 and 2005 were rushed, rapid, and while planned, I didnít spend a lot of time wandering.

The 1998 six-day trip was memorable for the continuous rain and gale-force winds.

Now I wonder what it would be like to walk up the tow-paths of the upper Thames. Do these paths still exists?

Towns like Reading look even quainter than Poissy. I could walk every street of reading in a day, Iím sure.

The Trees of Toronto - Grenville Street

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Here is another tree, same area of the same street, but this tree doesnít warrant a flower-bed.

This tree gets but one square foot of surface area to support its fungi and nematodes and stuff.

The square foot will soon be populated with dog shit and cigarette buts, providing a funneling of toxins to sink down and kill the treeís support environment.