“Everything that lives is holy, life delights in life.” William Blake
An update on the wellbeing of Sefton Park lake’s new arrivals.
I’d been working in The Florrie today and set off for a pleasant walk home through Liverpool 8 and across the park.
As I’m photographing this two women walk past and moan about ‘Bloody Art!’ So it must be new.
Yes, yes, but where are they? It’s called ‘Gosling Watch’ and that’s what we’re here for!
Still well and still four of them, despite the gosling urban myth that’s been around the lake on my runs this week, that’s had their numbers fluctuating wildly.
I sit with them, reading ‘Middlemarch.’ I’ve nearly finished it now, a languorous book, best taken slowly, and perfectly suited to read whilst watching over the babies on a sunny lakeside.
While I’ve been doing this Sarah’s been taking a funeral service for a family, and we meet up afterwards in Lark Lane.
‘Didn’t you say there were some baby swans too?’ Sarah asked. We found them round the other side of the lake.
Here, I think, is the source of the urban myth. People have been getting their goslings and cygnets mixed up.
To be taken to whatever safe places their parents are finding for them, to sleep in peace. Goodnight all.
(And I promise this is the last cute, fluffy little creatures post I’ll do this week. Probably.)