Monday, June 07, 2004

Headingley, Leeds, UK

The cut through pulled away in front of me. As it turned gently round a corner far in the distance any exit was obscured from me. At intervals, along the unrelenting fencing, pockets of youths gather, filling the narrow passageway with their calls and heckles. A small intrusion to my left indicates an appreciated diversion. The new path plunges me in to a land of flowers and rustling trees against white washed plaster walls. Uncomfortable I walk faster towards my destination.


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