In the park

I had an appointment to get my laptop battery fixed. But before the appointment I ate a sandwich in Preston’s attractive, undulating Winckley Square park, within a square containing some fine original buildings. I recorded a few observations on my phone, transcribed below and now I can delete my recordings.

As you read the few lines below, listen to this extract from Chimerical on freesound.org called Quiet Park.

“On a dull Autumn day in the park, a wide ethnic spectrum of peoples flit about on and around the grass. I sit down on a bench. 2 passing girls appear to envy me my seat, and move on, looking for somewhere else that’s free for lunch. A boy pushes a girl, his sister I assume, perhaps too old for a buggy, up and down the hilly paths, testing his strength or treating his sibling, who seems unable to walk, to some different views. A smartly dressed businessman passes heaving a hefty bag over his shoulder, while a punk, with his Staffordshire bull terrier wearing a thick studded collar, glowers in a corner.”