Cregagh Road

Unusual when walking up and down the Cregagh Road. Advice is dispensed from characters. Languages are more diverse than what they would have been twenty years ago. The bakeries have all given up competition and are now stocking the same items.

My new home is close to here. Close to a library that's always closed.

Little notes of chats make me believe the journey I'm taking is much colourful. There's a texture being weaved by the people I've met.

One is quite happy. One could be happier. But we won't focus on that.

There'll be more about this road.