Mother nature’s son

Nature in the city

Nature in the city

Do you ever yearn for just a little bit o’ peace in your lunchtime? A place where you can sit and not have a lot of other people yabbering into their mobile phones or incessantly chattering about Gary in accounts. This is the problem that came to me yesterday as I trundled around town. The St Vedast church, where I tend to roam if I’m in that sort of mood, had some note-bashing pianist practising away so I rolled on to the walled garden next door. Here, I found some very loud-voiced people. To cut a long story short, I ended up at the Barbican. Now this concrete behemoth wouldn’t seem like the right sort of place, but on closer inspection it’s pretty perfect. They have a library with plenty of nooks and crannies, weird open spaces with no-one around and a lovely water thing in the middle by the restaurant.

It looks peaceful, don't it?

It looks peaceful, don’t it?

When I was describing where I sat to Mrs. W last night, I said, “You know…by the lake”. To be fair, I was bigging it up as a lake, but it’s DEFINITELY more than a pond. Reservoir? Too grand. Water feature? Too gardeny – whatever it is, it’s perfect. The fountains drown out the sound of idle conversation, there are plenty of places to sit, including spots where you can dangle your feet over the water, Huckleberry Finn style, and there’s some nice wildlife to make you feel like you’re at one with nature.

So come along, but if you see a grumpy looking fellow in a maroon cardigan, don’t say hello. I won’t want to talk to you. W

PS. If the babbling brook and little duckies get you feeling like you want to get all Wickerman, there’s also quite a lovely exhibition of etchings, paintings and collages in the Barbican Library by Kit Boyd. It’s all about our relationship with our landscape and is absolutely free.