St Patrick's Day

I was driving to an appointment yesterday morning and my journey as usual took me uphill, and along Valley View Grove, adjacent to the park.

The side entrance was cordoned off with many yards of flexible police incident  tape,  and present, minding the site were at least two uniformed officers, just standing by. One video unit van was parked up alongside on the road. I couldn't stop and stare. I had no time to spare.

Later that same day, as I was making the return drive, I witnessed three police vans in total and several more uniformed officers. On checking the local news when I got in, I discovered that although there had been a nasty murder by stabbing in Gladstone Street, maybe a mile distant, there was no mention of crime in our locality.

So, if anyone out there knows what happened this week then drop me or the T & A a line.

On a more upbeat note, the first flowers of 2010 are popping up all over the place. I am sure that many people, both young and old alike, and with some of the middle-agers such as I, very glad indeed to witness this outbreak of colour.  Does this presage a hot, hot, hot summer? Probably not. The displays have eased me into my photographic routine for Project 43, during which I will be using my camera and other devices to record at least one image a day from my life at the the age of 43.