Cultural producer, facilitator, marketing officer, administrator and performing artist.
The Walk before The Walk
14:43 leaving university.
I pass the it wasn’t me tree.
Again.
I can hear the birds tweeting.
I haven’t noticed that in a while.
It has begun to rain.
A couple pass giggling and holding hands.
Both with a holdall bag slung on their right shoulder.
A black umbrella appears.
The rain fades back into specs.
And then harder as a family plays tennis in the blow up dome.
The Name Walk. O.
My circle begins as I look upon another.
A roundabout.A roundabout that I used to pass nearly everyday last year.
L1.
Distance: 0.5 M/ 0.79 Km.
Duration: 00:14:30.
Start time: 15:44.
End time: 15:59.
Pace: 18:16 min per Km.
Calories: 144.
Speed: 2.1 mph / 3.3 kph..
A roundabout where I have nearly been run over due to the fact someone drove their car on the wrong side of the road.
Now I definitely look both ways even though I should only be expecting traffic from one direction.
A man before me rakes up the leaves that clutter the way. He scrapes as I pass on by.
He works for the Chichester district council. He is suited in green.
I don’t want to cross the road. I want the lady in the car to pass by.
I don’t want to hold her up. But she is insistent that I go before her. She seems annoyed.
Boys in green waiting for the green man. And I pass another round of families walking home from school.
I come to a section where the old meets the new. I come to the section where the new wall comes to an end and meets with the old wall again.
The new wall only runs for a short while.