The Park


Hyde Park, 1st of August.  The sunlight is streaming through the trees above me and a gentle breeze is whipping small ripples across the water.  I am cool and contented.  But earlier I wasn’t, I was hot, sticky and muggy and it all went a bit wrong.

I had to change in the park toilets.  Not into a dinosaur or a robot or anything, I had to change clothes because I am a rubbish packer and traveler.

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