Not His Master's Voice

Some but not much work on the accounts, Tai Chi, then some more but not much on the accounts!

Chilly early-evening walk around the Common. A dull, grey day, and not one for Blip inspiration. This is one of the few shots I took.
When we first started going, there were several benches beside the path with memorial plaques on them, and trees planted in the memory of people's loved ones. OK, I can sympathise with people wanting to remember relatives, but things seem to have got out of hand in the last few years. More benches have appeared than is sensible along such a short path, and an increasing number of relatives are leaving bouquets of flowers and wreaths and such like by the benches and trees on significant dates. It often seems more like a neglected crematorium garden of remembrance than a woodland walk! And the relatives usually don't return to remove the flowers once they have died, or the cellophane that eventually ends up blowing around in the wind. At the minute there is fading Christmas wreath on one bench, and several empty flower containers scattered around. Someone has arranged these two in an unusual fashion - they reminded me of the wind-up gramophone in the old His Master's Voice Ads...