The Greater Reading List

Today it was forty miles in reasonable summer-ish weather around the edges of Reading.

There’s something to think about in the ‘why’ of what I’ve noticed sufficiently to remember – why is that these things lodged in my memory.

A wind turbine, here next to the M4 passing through Reading

The best we can do

  • A very young couple, him looking totally knackered and pushing a pram, her in a huff a few paces ahead, the pair of them looking like they weren’t coping. His Burberry cap looked something akin to tragically inappropriate. It might be appropriate if it were fake.
  • A pointless wind turbine that costs more to run than the value of the power it generates; a joyless planned environment.
  • A living cliché – a middle aged chap with a beer gut in a string vest, with one of those thuggish dogs on a thick studded leather lead, fussing over it with a fat woman. I imagine he was saying something to the effect of “Oh, he’s lovely; he hasn’t ripped anyone’s face off for a couple of weeks now.”
  • Two late teens/early twenties girls with a lot of flesh on display, holding hands, holding eye contact with each other to an unusual extent as they walked.
  • What looked like a boxer with a boxer’s nose, doing road work in a grubby tracksuit.
  • Some Sloan Ranger throw-back, all back-combed hair and green coloured clothing, totally distracted as she chatted on her phone, barely controlling her Range Rover as she tried to take a corner.
  • Bushes being grubbed up around a building on an industrial estate, when what the whole area needs is more planting.
  • Everywhere, rotting, crumbling infrastructure.
  • Two iffy looking types in semi-combat gear on all-black no-name mountain bikes. If a bike’s been home-painted like that you can almost guarantee it’s been nicked.
  • Flooded roads, flooded fields, hacked off horses.

Yes, that that’s what I noticed is as much a reflection on me as anything else. It’s also all real.

Horses standing in flood water

Perhaps it’s anthropomorphism. Or perhaps they were as unhappy as they looked.