Upon Sloane stones, tourists and students meander, clustering around and between wrought iron props. Bucket benches innocently wait to trap and hold characters for their show while we decide from this strained glimpse which scene is being played out.

Some works of art are priceless. This one was left on the doorstep: Wire, coir, moss and cat fur.

This palette of textures and colours is so contemplative. Plants are much to be admired, assimilating man-made structures into their own society over time. Soon the little tuft of discarded cat fur will dissemble, weaving itself into the brush and providing a mini-nest for roots to embrace. It's a gradually changing canvas of disintegration and rehabilitation.