we saw a bouquet of white roses in the apple tree trunk where the tiny apples were collected by some creature. then a fellow came to sit on the bench so we went along through the trees to lulu's spot to poo. then we started back through the train arcade and took a picture and a man and boy turned back and we turned back and it was beautiful like 75 degrees and we walked a curve between the giant horseman and the fellow laying mandolin and lulu stood listening and i connected her up to me and came closer and asked for a picture. the fellow is steve and he plays guitar and just began mandolin. i thought it sounded sort of russian and he said he's been listening to greek folk music from crete and i remembered the greek folk music i heard in the islands that sounded rather russsian and we talked about that and i thanked him for the music and we left. he doesn't know about this. i wonder what he thought i wanted with his photograph.