Back at the Steps near the splash of colour, something else caught my eye; a mesmerising swirl of feathers. Not just the one, but a whole collection of them, their feathery fingers entwining as they draped the brick wall. The other side of the wall lay the teasels in defiance of the black bin liners, broken bottles and crushed cans. Automatically I assumed these swirls of beauty were weeds ready to disperse more seed, though of course I do not know.
So please help me out and let me know the true nature of these delicate offerings.