May 8th – I’d had to ride into Brum to check out something for work. Public transport is unusable, and the day was lovely so I rode all the way on the canal.
At Aston Junction there’s a garden ruin of mown grass just by the canal bridges there, and within, I noticed an artist.
Clearly busy under his straw hat, he seemed engrossed in his work.
I didn’t think he had noticed me at all, and the dedicated, solitary pursuit of his art was fascinating and just a little sad.
As I left, I bid him a cheery goodbye and without looking up, he wished me a good ride.
Lockdown is doing odd things to us as a society, and I kind of like it.