Trough

Work on our town centre continues, and all but one of the market square trees has now been chopped down - although I should be both surprised and angry if they were not replaced in due course. See also reference 2.

On the other hand, the cattle trough, last mentioned at reference 1, has so far survived. Perhaps they are still thinking about where to put it - perhaps to make room for the advertised, seated statue of that hero of Epsom-flavoured feminism, Emily Davison.

On which I might say: firstly, I do not care for this current fashion for statues sat on what look like park benches. Secondly, we seem to be in the grips of a memorialising mania, particularly with regard to world wars and ancient atrocities. Thirdly, I dare say this particular martyrdom might well have been the result of accident, miscalculation or mental disorder. Or some combination thereof. I dare say also that many other people who fought long and hard for difficult causes were a bit odd in other ways - and there is often some irrelevant motor, some irrelevant motive force, for all that fighting.

PS 1: a closing, irreverent and not to say disrespectful thought: perhaps they could compromise and have the new statue in the trough.

PS 2: moving on to the large statue of Mrs Thatcher, now destined for Grantham, perhaps by way of gratuitous provocation to the Argentinians, it could be placed on top of the highest hill in the Falkland Islands. A memorial, seamark and resting place for wandering albatrosses.

Reference 1: https://psmv3.blogspot.com/2018/09/drinking-fountain.html.

Reference 2: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2019/01/traffic-flow-management.html.