I was a little saddened by something I saw on my way to work this morning. We stopped at a station where a wild rose bush grows behind the bars of the fence. It has recently grown through the bars onto the platform and has had a splendid display of red roses that have brightened up the journey.
As we passed I saw a man with a very large electric hedge trimmer cutting the whole thing down, returning our view to just a plain, dull fence.
I don't know why he was doing this but I'm guessing the ubiquitous over-zealous application of perceived Health and Safety regulations. Of course I could be wrong. Either way I'd rather look at the roses than the fence.
As we passed I saw a man with a very large electric hedge trimmer cutting the whole thing down, returning our view to just a plain, dull fence.
I don't know why he was doing this but I'm guessing the ubiquitous over-zealous application of perceived Health and Safety regulations. Of course I could be wrong. Either way I'd rather look at the roses than the fence.
No comments:
Post a Comment