In spite of working in a city, I do not feel at all cut off from the natural world. I find the city buildings create their own landscape, towering into the sky, defining roads and pavements.The architectural range of styles, heights, colours, reflections and shapes is as mesmerising as any of the views in the Hope Valley. This morning I heard and saw two geese fly over as I left Piccadilly station. It's the third time I have been aware of them in as many weeks, and this morning I stopped and considered why they might be there.At first I thought they might have adapted to navigate by roads, and then I realised that the canal runs through Piccadilly Basin. So in the time honoured habit of geese, they are navigating by following the waterways to their next destination. From the train I can see birds, trees coming into bud, primroses on the railway banks, horses in fields, pigs in their arks and ewes and lambs everywhere. The lambs no longer run to their mothers when the train passes, but romp around in little gangs, playing king of the castle on any patch of higher ground.Tonight on the train I even had another passenger's dog fall asleep resting on my feet.
On my way to and from the station I pass this lovely garden, tended by residents of Piccadilly Basin.A lovely sight on May Day.
In spite of working in a city, I do not feel at all cut off from the natural world. I find the city buildings create their own landscape, towering into the sky, defining roads and pavements.The architectural range of styles, heights, colours, reflections and shapes is as mesmerising as any of the views in the Hope Valley. This morning I heard and saw two geese fly over as I left Piccadilly station. It's the third time I have been aware of them in as many weeks, and this morning I stopped and considered why they might be there.At first I thought they might have adapted to navigate by roads, and then I realised that the canal runs through Piccadilly Basin. So in the time honoured habit of geese, they are navigating by following the waterways to their next destination. From the train I can see birds, trees coming into bud, primroses on the railway banks, horses in fields, pigs in their arks and ewes and lambs everywhere. The lambs no longer run to their mothers when the train passes, but romp around in little gangs, playing king of the castle on any patch of higher ground.Tonight on the train I even had another passenger's dog fall asleep resting on my feet.
On my way to and from the station I pass this lovely garden, tended by residents of Piccadilly Basin.A lovely sight on May Day.
