Farmers market goodies in pocket, I have found a nice piece of park side realestate and flopped down in one of the green and white striped canvas chairs strewn along the bank of the pond to watch the season's first boaters paddle listlessly around the water amongst the honking geese and lonely ducks. There is a wisp of breeze and faltering sun, but it is spring and it is Sunday and there is nothing more lovely than that.
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that is, until the ticket guy came over and made me move. I'm not going to pay 1pound50 to sit in a chair for an hour.
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