Dear Lord
Mayor
A
paradise of inspiration to all.
My nephew
informs me another bright idea has fused. Perhaps flooding your town
centre was not the best formula given climate change. It crossed my
mind your town needs a radical answer to the demolition site in it’s
midst. Why not plant a footprint instead of water. A carbon
footprint that is. A garden similar to Central Park and dedicated to
that most honorable of personages, St Jude. While you are at it twin
with Liverpool, they have enough water for the pair of you.
Already I
can picture a St Jude’s Park in central Bradford. A place where
townsfolk lose their way in dreams of what might be, would be, should
be. A place to sow the seeds of understanding, to cultivate harmony
among the blossoming of adversity. The fruit of your labours leading
to the harvest of ideas and a compost heap of ill thought out
projects. Which, like weeds, choke common sense from the chambers of
Council.
A garden
is a dream a beautiful dream.
Great Aunt
Clementine’s brilliant idea for Bratford city centre
