When will that bus arrive? Perhaps whilst I wait I can see what flowers are looking their best in St, Stephen churchyard. Maybe a watched bus is akin to a boiling pot, and the sheer act if ignoring it will encourage it closer. I think the large pink flowers are the most promising as I try not to sink my heels into the sodden grass. Many of the blooms are over, the roses look windswept and the almost torrential rain on Wednesday has flattened more delicate blooms.
Okay I think, photo captured, now I can catch that bus. My cunning plan of ignoring the bus worked it seemed!