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POSHLAND

19/5/2020

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Today is forecast to be the warmest so far this year, up into the high seventies so C and I got the electrical bikes out and had some exercise. 
We took the same route as last time we went for a ride, which was on VE Day, 8th May. Down Furzefield Road, turned right along Eden Vale, through the wood and into Dorman’s Park. 
Dorman’s Park is very posh. It drips money. Many of the houses are in the millions, some several. The roads are smooth, a delight to ride on, not a pothole in sight. Most of the traffic you see, and of course there is very little, are workers vans and pick-up trucks attending the houses – painters, carpenters, roofers, electricians, plumber – people put on this earth to serve the rich. Dorman’s Park is as far away from the slums of Manchester, where, as a teenager I lived for a while, as it is possible to get.  
Today, it is very warm and sunny, peaceful and quiet (as it should be in such an up-market area). As we ride around and along the various roads, enjoying the tranquillity of the day, the only sounds we hear, from over the recently trimmed hedges by gardner  are the well-modulated voices of millionaires enjoying tea on the lawn, or more likely, cocktails by the poolside.  This is an enclave for the so-called “celebrity.” Peter Andre the singer, and Adele are said to live here, or used to live here. Tom Cruise, John Travolta, are rumoured to have houses in the area, I wouldn’t be surprised.
We cycle around for half an hour, stopping several times to take photos, me becoming more convinced, as I take this area in, that fate has dealt a cruel blow by not allowing me into the over-privileged class, (royalty, billionaires, overpaid TV personality’s etcetera) where I feel fate should have placed me. 
Okay, so I’m jealous, or is it envy? I think either would fit.
We enjoyed our ride, it’s good to see how the other half live.  Sometimes.


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