To the centre of a
few
Getting into a pair
of gym shorts and a top that felt as if it had been painted on my skin that my
nipples were prominent and the shorts verged on outraging public decency, I
stepped into my highly cushioned trainers whilst still needing my cane and set
out for a walk. No, there is no picture of this outing.
It was much cooler
than Wednesday as I made it up to Market Street
where the main shopping mall was closed to the public, but essential shops on
the street were open to active crowd control. Somehow, I have noticed all chemists
and pharmacies I have visited have run out of constipation suppositories. Not vital
information, but for its relief and uses, the reason is to be determined.
Leaving the large Boots
Chemist, I walked towards the Manchester Cathedral,
all gates closed and then by the Manchester Arena remembering that today is the
third anniversary of the terrorist bombing after an Ariana Grande concert that left 22 people dead
and many more injured. [Wikipedia –
Manchester Arena Bombing]
From old sorrow to a new meadow
Then up towards the Co-operative
Group head office building, sauntered by the upper side lane, crossing the
road to Angel
Meadow Park. A place of history that comes from the most deprived conurbation,
to the largest cemetery in Manchester and now regenerated into a tranquil park
for meditation almost devoid of the poverty, destitution and death that greeted
its heyday. Built with money from the European Union.
All around the park
is a beehive of construction activity, workers out in their PPE garb some sitting
on park benches or on the grass for lunch. There is life in Manchester but far
from the typical hustle and bustle or rat race of what is typically one of the
largest cities in the United Kingdom.
My brisk walk through
the park brought me to a distinctive location, a little garden given to the
issues of mental health. These pandemic times apart from the obvious
sequestration might present invisible mental strains on people who are forced
to stay at home alone, without social interaction or human interfaces.
The help we need
The theme ‘Every Cloud
Has A Silver Lining’ prospects to see beyond the gloom of the present, but it
is not that easy to find the silver lining on the clouds that obscure our view
of the sunshine and sunny things in life. With Anxiety leaving us uncertain,
Stigma borne of affliction and shame, being Alone leaving you caught in the
miasma of loneliness and isolation, you wonder what prospect remains for
finding the will to continue for anything.
Angel
Meadow Garden
Blog - Beyond the clouds
Maybe in somewhere
there is the Support to help with our Wellbeing bringing Hope for the future,
we do not know, but we press on. With that, I left Angel Meadow out to Rochdale
Road where for those who need it, a Brazilian Booty Lift beckons with its attendant
side effects and dangers, for Ancoats; a section of Manchester populated with
old cotton mills converted to luxury apartments and pockmarked with new
developments that look so out of character with their surroundings.
The manmade waterways
of my city
Over the Rochdale Canal to get
to New Islington, passing by the Islington Wharf with narrowboats docked on
the banks, down the Ashton
Canal towpath towards Piccadilly
Basin before passing the long driveway to Manchester Piccadilly Station on
to Canal Street, down by Sackville Gardens
and then home in just over 90 minutes of walking.
The city is different
and changing, I have no idea what would become of our city when the
restrictions are lifted. People are generally staying indoors; the social
distancing rule is adhered to even on pavements or bridges. I do not think the
people have much confidence in the rhetoric of our government with regards to
safety and security, either out of the abundance of caution or fear, we are
keeping ourselves as much as possible out of harm’s way.
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