I would certainly not describe myself as a tree hugger, but having recently moved to a house with a garden, I find that I am now far more aware of nature. Six months ago I moved to Rotherhithe and am now awoken each morning by a hungry robin singing his heart out, as opposed to the grumbling busses trundling through my old stomping ground in Bayswater.
The focal point of my green rectangle of grass is a bird table, which I load up daily with seeds, cereal and mealworms that are whisked away by my winged neighbours. When I moved to SE16, I had assumed that it would be time to become a car owner for weekend excursions and trips to the supermarket. However, the need for a gas-guzzler has not materialised. A bicycle equipped with a basket and robust panniers more than suffice in transporting both a considerable load and myself. The majority of my new neighbourhood own vehicles and one resident appears to be quite the enthusiast with three cars. I simply do not see the attraction. As said neighbour gazes out of his window, lovingly cooing over his mid life crisis escape route on four wheels, I much prefer spotting the black birds skulking in the shadows and watching the cormorants dry their wings on the nearby pier, whilst the busy blue tits bombard the bird table.
Nicely put :)
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