28 October 2026

Walking home from the doctors' surgery this morning -

I heard music, and spied under a tree in the distance my favourite fiddler -

- the old man who plays his violin on sunny days for the birds on Parkers Piece  

As I passed next to him, I was touched to see (though I didn't photograph it) a young male student who'd stopped to chat to him, telling him how much he appreciated his playing, and lingering for a conversation.

It is heartwarming in a city to see these human interactions between strangers from completely different backgrounds.

The Piece is a deep green again for a short window before winter arrives.