"We are on the cusp of autumn, but today is decidedly summer" I wrote, waxing lyrical. "This grassy field is surrounded by trees and hedgerows, still in full leafy bloom. The grass grows long and wild and I walk round the perimeter, enjoying the warmth of the sun beating down on me".
Today is a day pretty much like the one I described back then, but now, the dear green is going, ploughed up by a digger, rubble piled high and ground scraped right down through a few generations of dirt.
It used to have Jack's Bakery, it used to have a close, it used to have a post sorting office, it used to have trams running over it, it used to have a shipyard, it used to have wee cottages and inns. The dear green place - which was only that for a season - now enters its next incarnation.
Glad they're keeping the cobblestones safe.