We drove up to Manchester to see the family last weekend
and, even though the doctors have said that Mr A is well enough to drive, I’m
still doing half of all our journeys so I don’t lose my nerve again. [What a
wuss I am!]
Mr A’s half of the journey took in a bleak stretch of the M6,
so I grabbed my pencil and notebook and wrote this:
The trees beside the motorway
Cling to man-made banks,
Drop carbon-coated leaves
That crumple beneath wheels
Revealing fields
of apathetic animals,
Stubbled crops
And barns that at a glance
Could be our local B&Q warehouse.
On Sunday morning we walked on Manchester’s lovely Heaton
Park and saw these amazing Beech trees... a world away from those weedy M6
trees.
