Cherry blossom and chickens

The chicks in our primary classroom have started hatching! For those outside the Uk education system, I can tell you that it's a kind of business here: you hire an incubator, a heat lamp, etc, get some eggs from a farm, and hey presto! after 21 days you have chickens! Then after a few weeks when they're getting bigger, you give the chickens back to the farm. They are currently at the yellow-fuzzy adorable stage. I wish I could have blipped them.

However, despite not being allowed to blip at work, etc, I have decided to try and renew my blip efforts as they have been awful lately. It means taking more time. This cherry blossom was doing its best to light up the area around the police station, a concrete carbuncle atop a hill that looms over Stroud like a mothership. Below the building is a footpath leading to a council car park, brightened by a few daffodils and a red hamster wheel: a solitary piece of play equipment, on which a solitary child was playing. On the other side of the pathway is the concrete box of the former Lewis's electrical store, now home to the youth charity Tranzform. Opposite this is the mediaeval town hall, Stroud's oldest building.

So now you know what happens at the very top of the High Street!