A lampost bobbing up and down and swaying behind a hedge like a drunk, is what I see. As I draw near to the corner I realize that it is a street lamp being lowered into position by two workmen.
Silver birches seen from the train, their trunks bright in the sunlight, conrast with the dun, winter fields and pearl grey sky.
In the train, the man sitting opposite is intent on a sudoku. His pen, hovering above the puzzle, traces in the air tentative lines of numbers. His eyes are fixed in concentration. I know how he must feel for I am, myself, addicted to this game.