Brightly coloured buses, buskers singing the golden oldies,
A bank, a bookshop, a coffee shop; wandering pigeons,
Conker shells and leaves littering the pavement,
People walking round carrying shopping bags,
Eating, pushing pushchairs and checking their phones.
I only saw one woman smoking.
A young man weaving through crowds on a bicycle,
Two old fashioned red phone boxes and a pillar box next to it;
Little dog on a long lead.
A young woman scuffing her feet as she walks along,
An old lady pulling a shopping trolley,
A young pretty blond woman sits next to me on the bench;
She is clutching a cardboard cup with a hot drink, probably coffee, in it.
A man, not that young, on a skateboard and listening to his i-pod trundles past.
The busker sings “I’m a Believer” followed by “Over the Rainbow.”
A large van making a delivery has hazard lights flashing;
The sound of his engine almost drowns out the busker.
A mother struggles to put reins on her squirming daughter;
The daughter looks about four and has a yellow rucksack on her back.
I check the time on my phone, get up and walk away.