They paved paradise...

I crunched my way to my practice space in the park this evening. So many leaves fallen in such a short space of time! Even a week ago, there was only a trickle of leaves. Now it's a flood.

Much as I love treading through fallen leaves (and however memorable the deranged mutant killer monster snow goons may be, I still believe the autumn season belongs to Calvin and Hobbes more than any other) , the falling temperatures and fading light aren't nearly as much fun. Chill winds and cold hands make for poor contact juggling.

Irritatingly, the spaced I'd identified for lunch time practicing during the winter months, a lounge at a nearby gym, is undergoing refurbishment for the next few weeks. Apparently it was under-utilised by the gym's members, which rather made it perfect for me: a large, mostly empty space replete with lovely big mirrors. I'm not quite sure what the plans for it are, but I've been told by the gym staff that they involve filling up the large, mostly empty space with fripperies such as an internet cafe.

I'm hopeful I'll be left with a small corner in which to continue to hone my skills, even if to the continuing bemusement of the gym staff. Once I managed to persuade them that I was actually a member of the gym they seemed content to leave me be, if still somewhat curious at to my motives.

They didn't seem to believe me when I claimed not have any...