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The pale blue, plastic mesh of the pool's guttering is littered in patches with duck and seagull pooh...I am thankful for the black numbers "1.0" and that one accompanying letter "M" - this sign reassures me that if I only extend my tripod legs a short way I will be able to stand without getting any of my internal workings wet...the pale, cream coloured tiles delineate the edges - here is a step down; here is the water's edge... |
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Parrots and trams, cars and trucks...seagulls have taken up residence in the pool and they a noisily claim their squatters' rights... Listen to a sound bite from this location... (*.mp3 format, 940KB) |
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As I get closer to the pool's edge I notice a distinct change in the fragrances that surround me...I can definitely sense the moisture and hints of animals - perhaps a legacy of the seagull pooh...maybe they realise what the bins are going to be used for and are donating some guano for blending in with the "grey water"... |
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The water of the pool is cool and has a slightly oily, soapy, slippery feel...not the crisp feel of fresh and clean water...the squishing of some duck pooh beneath my tripod's feet hints at the reasons for the water's softness... |
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I have had the taste of pool water often enough to be able to glimpse the tones that would be tasted here, although I am sure that there would be a richness of flavour here, full and rounded with the spices and gravies of the last few months of weathering and wildlife contributions... |
