High Summer

Seems that all the school-leavers are completely off their nuts on the train from Temple Meads today. An assortment of experimental festival clothing and tousled hair, proto-beards. Most of them terribly nice, highly animated and effing and jeffing in a quite likeable way. Didn't even phase the nice jolly lady and her four year old that two of them sat opposite.

Another harmless soul emerged on the platform bare-footed and draped in rural direct-action attire, clearly tripping behind his wonky mirror lenses. Spent some time trying to draw together various layers of garb and, in fact, still was as the train left him behind at BTM. Heart-warming to see. Enjoy your summer boys and girls. It's what they're given us for.