Three space-age Lawrence of Arabia lads became five further on. One of them in a close approximation of the red/white Palestinian check tightly wrapped. All had bound their heads close with improvised cloth, long-sleeved tees good for the purpose. Half-eleven the heat still having some way to climb. They had been at it since at least seven one guessed, razoring the grassy inserts between the housing blocks in wide arcs with their whippers. Back-pack harnesses might hold 5-6 litres in the tanks, swishing around on the swing and giving off fumes. Hanging from the rear of one at least a warning to keep clear. The highest sprouts of weed-grass stood 4-5 inches and produced a spongy passage. Not that people strayed from the shaded concrete paths of course walking back to their towers, schoolchildren and elders alike. With tree-shadow after noon an odd figure might be seen crossing diagonally over the soft ground and raising eye-brows as he went. Stopped at the traffic-lights at the Market peds waited behind the poles for the little green man. Once or twice the ride-on has come out for the Haig Road lawn patches; even for the large field beside the Market it is usually the crew of Bangla boys.
Thursday, March 19, 2015
Green Swathes
Three space-age Lawrence of Arabia lads became five further on. One of them in a close approximation of the red/white Palestinian check tightly wrapped. All had bound their heads close with improvised cloth, long-sleeved tees good for the purpose. Half-eleven the heat still having some way to climb. They had been at it since at least seven one guessed, razoring the grassy inserts between the housing blocks in wide arcs with their whippers. Back-pack harnesses might hold 5-6 litres in the tanks, swishing around on the swing and giving off fumes. Hanging from the rear of one at least a warning to keep clear. The highest sprouts of weed-grass stood 4-5 inches and produced a spongy passage. Not that people strayed from the shaded concrete paths of course walking back to their towers, schoolchildren and elders alike. With tree-shadow after noon an odd figure might be seen crossing diagonally over the soft ground and raising eye-brows as he went. Stopped at the traffic-lights at the Market peds waited behind the poles for the little green man. Once or twice the ride-on has come out for the Haig Road lawn patches; even for the large field beside the Market it is usually the crew of Bangla boys.
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