Here we are, tending our front garden, pretending we’re living in a quaint cottage in the heart of the countryside.
Across the road, with their three cars, two vans, motorbike and assorted rubbish, our neighbours pretending we’re living on a sink estate amidst some indistinct urban sprawl.
To each their own vision of their lives. To one, poor man’s paradise, to the other a cheap rent until they find a place to call home. Let the camelia bush grow taller.
Last modified: 11 April 2024
