Driving along the A180 this morning, I noticed that the europarc advertising billboard had faded dramatically since the last time I’d paid it particular attention.

Meanwhile, at Lakeside, the pink twine flower continued to grow…

 

An edgy feeling in an edge place.

It drifted around and around and around europarc way in search of something.

The executives gorged on their all day breakfasts on a separate table to the factory workers.

A radio cackled along Origin Way next to a bit of orange rope.

A sodden newspaper was suspended in the Beechwood Farm brambles with the faded text ‘thinktank’ ‘economy’ ‘loss’ ‘cost’ £100 Billion.’

SME.

Innovation Way.

 

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…’

Mr Nobody wandered around europarc in the futile search for it’s alter-ego.

‘Will I be required to produce my passport come 29th of March 2019?’ inquired a jaded executive in an anonymous office at the entry to Pegasus Way.

It wandered around Origin Way and listened the words ‘the best deal available, the best deal available, the best deal available’ blow around the cluttered gutters as a blue hairnet made it’s way towards a rusting bus shelter.

A deep sigh drifted half-heartedly through the air from the A/M180.