It's gloomy. It's cold. Shivery cold. We wrap up and rush by. Not stopping to notice the flowers at our feet.
Everything's grey. Traffic lights about the only cheerful sight around.
Cars and lorries and buses and bikes cross the pedestrian underpass.
If we want to cross, we must walk down. Past the bushes the council has put there to hold up the bank. Where ivy and teasels and cleavers and seedlings have found places to go.
Through the tunnel - grass at the other side.
Where there are thistles and things. (This picture is clickable. As well as thistles and grass and moss I've found in it buttercup and groundsel, daisies and what may be dead-nettles, a long leafed plant that might be plantain but I'm not sure. There's clover and possibly pimpernel - or maybe the beginning of cleavers. And several seedlings of something. There may be more. If you find them - say!)
There are daisies in the grass.
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| I mention grass - but there are lots of other plants too. |
And grass growing on the wall.
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| This lichen may be Lecanora campestris. |
Lichen too.
It may be dull. It may be February. It may be noisy and trafficy and not exactly scenic - but there's lots going on around town.
(All photos taken on 27th February 2013.)
(All photos taken on 27th February 2013.)









