Dundee Stroll

Pushing the buggy around the town in the rain, little person poking their head out through the plastic cover sheilding them from the rain. Around the shops until we were bored and then strolling home up to Hilltown. Walking along the wet roads, empty apart from small gaggles of students, past big buildings of dark grey stone blackened by rain. Passing a cemetery, a quiet tumble of graves with trees, on the turn golden with autumn colour.




Cobbles shiny. Pushing up Constitution Hill, past the patches of grass and college buildings. Standing to catch our breath waiting to cross the street three drunk dundonians pass, one comes back to pat the head of the wee 'un, "how ya doin' pal?" Wide-eyed shock stares after them.