I’m walking fast towards the Minories, on my way to work. I pass the dark construction hoardings and scrubby park across the road from the Tower and slow as I approach the traffic lights. Red man. I press the button and plant my feet, drawing my cane upright against my chest, hands resting on top of the handle. A classic pose.
/ Traffic Lights
/ Traffic Lights
/ Traffic Lights
I’m walking fast towards the Minories, on my way to work. I pass the dark construction hoardings and scrubby park across the road from the Tower and slow as I approach the traffic lights. Red man. I press the button and plant my feet, drawing my cane upright against my chest, hands resting on top of the handle. A classic pose.