I have been loving the sound of the rain on the veranda recently,
and the smell of the plants that gets so much stronger and fresher after they’ve
been doused. Being under shelter as the rain falls on the roof reminds me a bit
of camping at festivals, and a bit of being really young and in my dad’s workshop
out the back, with its corrugated roofing and smell of cut wood and glue.
The sound of the rain also made me think about the news items there have been about forest-bathing recently, the Japanese practice of immersing oneself in nature, and research which has shown it’s good for us to have time in the wild.
Night buses in London are wild – on busy nights you’re just grateful
to catch one that isn’t full up but the things that go on in them are sometimes
really sketchy. I once saw someone showing off a gun to his friends. I don’t
live in London anymore but I had many a night bus journey when I did, travelling
back to Camberwell in the early hours.
Melania Geyonat and her girlfriend Chris, were a couple amongst those travelling home on a night bus recently, only they got attacked on their way home, because they were two women in a relationship. The couple were verbally and physically assaulted, and they spoke out in the news about it.