The blog’s been quiet recently (apologies) but by contrast, Swingate has been in full, er… swing.
Only the other day I arrived at 8am to be greeted by a homeless man on the Swingate verge, just by the fire assembly point sign. Unless this was a man so disorientated by smoke that he was only able to get to the assembly point and pass out, I must assume that this was a man who had no alternative but to call this outdoor car park home for the night.
I have no pictorial evidence. Perhaps a little rude, and given his Special-Brew-breakfast-for-one, even a little incendiary.
Not just a vagrant (is there a difference between vagrant and homeless?) a duck too. A male mallard to be precise. Oddly, occupying the exact same spot the homeless guy had been in. What is this mystical power that draws man and beast to this spot? Is it to do with ley lines?
Anyway, there it was, a duck, in Swingate, large as life. I didn’t take a pic this time either as the Lady In Waiting was parked right next to it, so I’d have felt a little self-conscious. When two blog posts collide, eh..