Shuffling around Sheffield
That is incorrect. I lifted my feet fully from the ground around Sheffield, but I'll do anything for an alliteration.
I'm at the other side of what may have been the hottest week in the UK. Just when I thought I had escaped the Italian heatwave. Naturally, I spent most of the time out in the sun sweating from one park to the other.
Manor Fields Park is not far from where I live. I used to think it was the typical park for children with not much to see. It is in fact quite large, some parts of it look plain wild. I audibly gasped when I saw so many wildflowers all together. Is this The Shire?
Another image that comes to mind when Sheffield has good weather is a Tim Burton movie. Hear me out. Not the foggy, gothic suburbia (although that will be interesting to observe). Think of the neighbourhood in Edward Scissorhands or Spectre in Big Fish. Sunny, happy, with a pinch of creepy. This is what I mean:
Case made, no?
Further down some hills (there are many hills here), there's Norfolk Heritage Park. A gorgeous oak avenue welcomes you in but that's about all the shadow you get. I still have to see all of it, perhaps when the sun will be more forgiving. Which will be soon. The moment is already here. A raindrop fell on my shoulder.
The rain always brings some introspection. Something clicked in my brain and I gave myself a much wanted title. Freelance photographer! For years I thought somebody else was supposed to give me that “badge of approval”. Foolish, summer child.
Anyway, like any professional adult, I sat at a desk and sent some emails. And wouldn't you believe it, I got some replies too. But that is a different, exciting topic for another time.
Wear sunscreen and trust yourself.
Thank you for reading.