I’ve always thought there something about this place (Gloucester Green) which separates it from the rest of the city. Despite the extensive redevelopment carried out in the 1980s, it still retains something of that place which Anthony Wood described in the 17th century as ‘rude, broken and undigested.’ I’m not sure what it is exactly, but I was surprised, as I walked around, at just how empty it was. I have to say, I doubt as to whether there’ll be much of a contrast – in terms of numbers of people – between Gloucester Green at night and during the day. However, tomorrow is market day, and so perhaps with the the extra numbers, I might find some kind of contrast there.