![]() And, in some ways, he didn’t sound like a busker either. An older man, quite slim and tidily turned out in a lambswool-type pullover with neat hair… he didn’t look like the archetypical art student or old rocker at all. Here’s the thing - he didn’t really look like a busker. ![]() I didn’t even know his name at this point. He was there so often that the spot was definitely worn by his feet. He stood in the same grassy spot most weeks, just off the path towards the northwest corner, by a lamp post. Not only is it a good open space to inhabit, there’s always a lot going on with outdoor gym classes working with kettlebells, tiny children having soccer coaching with suitable sized kit (unlike at my primary school in the 1960s where 5 year olds played with full sized goals!), dogs making the most of the trees, people of all ages jogging, running, walking and meeting up. I have various routes around the city which take 1-1.5 hours, and one of my favourites is around the Meadows. ![]() I have a Saturday morning routine of taking a long energetic walk for exercise.
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