A contact juggling story

"My weekends are typically spent migrating from park to park around London, finding spaces in which to practice. I have numerous favourite spots offering just the right balance of privacy and visibility - a little approbation is good for the soul Wink

This afternoon I was in a corner of Leicester Square busily practicing and entertaining anyone who stopped to watch. After a while a woman can up and asked "is there a reason why you're doing that here?"

I started to explain that it was just a spot I happened to like, but that didn't seem to be quite what she meant. "Under the tree," she added.

I wasn't sure what the tree had to do with anything besides offering a bit of shade on a hot day.

"With the red ball," she continued, pointing at my shiny red acrylic ball. I was completely lost now. She seemed to be getting at something in particular, I just had no idea what.

"Across from the statue." She gestured at the bust of a figure just a few feet away from me.

I looked at it and everything clicked.

The tree. The red ball. The statue of Newton I'd been practicing in front of.

I laughed."



Too good