Tapping out the Rhythm

This drummer has found one of the few quiet spots on the Meadows to practice, or it might have been the sound of his drumming that provided the space around him.

The rest of the Meadows was crawling with students who don’t appear to have any lectures yet. It’s hard not to feel sorry for any young student on their own even if my sympathy is unwarranted.
It must be hard for those who for the first time in their lives find themselves on their own in a strange town amongst strangers without the regime of a school day.
It can be a lonely time especially if they find it hard to make friends.