The weather forecast predicted a decent morning but a deteriorating afternoon, so I took myself off to Stratford early, in the hope of getting a Migrant Hawker or two. I’m beginning to feel as if every image I post of these dragons is the same as some other image I’ve already used, but I still find them irresistible, and not merely because we’re now so close to the end of the season that there’s not much else around.
It occurred to me the other day that Migrant Hawkers might just be my spirit animal: they spend a lot of time sitting around doing not very much, then when they do move they tend to hover in one place for quite a long time, as if they can’t quite decide what they actually want to do, before suddenly shooting off erratically in some random direction. Then, after whizzing around for a while, they plonk themselves back down on their favourite perch until it’s time to get up and rush off somewhere else.
All of this sounds like a reasonable description of the way I live my own life these days, though I’ve yet to nail the mid-air hovering technique. If I could manage that I’d be pretty well satisfied.
