Red Lines

It wandered along the edge of the A180 and gazed back at the europarc edgelands.

It had previously regarded the unemployed fishermen in unwashed Adidas tracksuit bottoms and white trainers at the business park lake.

The mist of the fountain carried  fragmented radio voice excerpts:

‘UK staying in a customs union post-brexit…Downing Street…waters…trade negotiations…EU heads…red lines…’blog two

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