Texture of a pub, outdoor table top.Crocuses appear like blue flames in the Grove. A mauve-ish grey, perhaps, best describes the colour. All you see at present are the buds, sharp and pointed like the flames in a gas jet. There is not a hint of green, unless you look closely at the base where the stems are pushing up the flowers. Beside the crocuses there are decorous snowdrops.
Somewhere I had read of the practice of having your feet nibbled by fish as a form of therapy. But I didn't expect to see it in Tunbridge Wells. In a shop in Victoria place are a number of banquettes in front of which are glass sided fish tanks about the size of buckets. The process is called Zoola Fish. People are sitting on the banquettes their feet bare, their shoes and socks on the floor beside them. Their feet are in the buckets slightly magnified by the water. And flitting round their feet are little fish nibbling and tickling and no doubt feeding off them. For the privilege of feeding the fish in this manner customers pay £10.00 for 15 minutes. "Fish massage and pedicure" says the notice in the window. "Weird but wonderful". This afternoon it is surprisingly busy.
