Yesterday, June 21st, was Fathers’ Day. A walk with my oldest son seemed appropriate. Also the day after the summer solstice.
My home for the past 45 years is about a kilometre from the centre of Canterbury and less from farmland and orchards. In light drizzle we first went to my allotment where i watered courgettes planted the day before. Then on a footpath across a field of maize and uphill between fruit trees. Secateurs useful for pruning brambles. View of the cathedral looking back to the city. A bridge across the A2. A short way up New House Lane then across fields to Cockering Road, passing a large construction site. More housing, more traffic, more demand for water. Down Cockering Road, a former council estate on the left.
A man overtook us , saying this is a fifty percent chance of rain. Tolerable drizzle.
My son and i talked , largely of school after lockdown eases. He is a history teacher and part of his school’s senior management. Government advice poor: did any of them go to state schools? Cricket: Tests versus West Indies soon. Regretting the low standard of radio commentary. Test Match Special has degenerated into banter, reminscence, and drivel. Convince BBC wants entertainment not serious commentary.
Rambling Brummie 