The lake (and surrounding play area) was very busy. Children ate ice-cream from Mr Whippy and feed the ducks with stale Kingsmill and ran screaming from the geese and swans. I started off around the lake, putting my life on the line for the story like a young William T. Vollmann.
The most thrilling moment of the day had nothing to do with Made in Roath (sorry MiR!). It was was of those chance happenings that no-one could have seen coming but made us leave the park different people, changed by the worry and tension that filled the air. To cut a long story short, a model boat capsized on the choppy waters of the lake, leaving crowds gathered in a nervous hush as a second model boat tried to right her. The crew are still missing.
|The twelfth photograph in the Lost and Find series: a dead umbrella.|
I did however take a sneaky photo and the artists hard at work.