Oh dear … everything seems off-season down here right now (except for the rugby, of course) … so let’s begin with I was strolling through the park one day, in the very merry month of May, doo dah, doo dah etc etc
and suddenly there it was, my very first out-of-season image for the season.
This (big, heavy) beast below—
—the cricket-pitch roller, looking (and no doubt feeling) a bit unloved, unwanted, and abandoned to go all soggy in the rain. (Query: what do cricketers do in winter? They’d hardly play rugby … cricketers tend more towards the gentlemanly side of sportsmanship whereas rugby players are yer absolute basic hairy oafs.)
A real puzzler that I’ll leave to the philosophers …
THEN, OF COURSE
a quickie gallop through the Rose Garden. They (the roses) haven’t yet had their winter pruning and there were still a few blooms expressing an accommodation with their out-of-seasonality—
I snapped the snap and continued onwards with intrepidation, intrepidly trekking unseasonal parkland and happening across the cheery welcome of—
—The Cheeky Llama coffee oasis where a log fire and hot coffee rewards all who make it this far.
This being the off-season for tourists it still does a deservedly brisk trade but I’ll taiho on the outside seating for a few more months …
please forgive whilst I bimble off to search the snap-banks for real off-seasonal shots. Oops …
“A point of order, Mr Editor?”
“(Oh no) … yes, Argus?”
“Sir—this being winter am I allowed to use a summer shot I took in summer when it wasn’t out of season, but would be if I could now?”
“Argie … why don’t you just shoot the winter solstice and claim you got a bit confused?”
Well now — there’s a thought …