Same bench, different occupants.
A woman visitor speaks about mystic experiences. I want to take notes. She believes she is a healer. She talks of detoxing and retreats."No alcohol long walks in the hills; yoga, and a glass of wine in the evenings are at the heart of her recollections. As we talk, a cat wriggles through the hedge to be healed.
In front of a house in South Grove, is a giant dandelion, the biggest I have ever seen, about the size of a dahlia. It sprouts from between two paving stones. There must be something about the soil beneath the stones because I remember a similar monster in the same place last year. The position is north facing and I reason that the flower, deprived of full sunshine, must be stretching up towards the light.