Cool Change

Bleak day after all the heat, I certainly got caught out, dressing for a sweaty day of dehoarding at my sister’s place.

I’ve blipped Civic Square before - for some reason I feel it brutally compelling (or is that expressionistically?)

So here’s an aerial view from the 60s.

In Extras a found photo of my brother-in-law, a Morris Dancer in his prime, who still enjoys his icecream.