The smell and then the taste of a piece of goat cheese just brought over from France and unwrapped in the kitchen to universal sounds of appreciation.
Catching up with old friends whom you haven't seen for several years and noting how they have changed and, more important, remained unchanged in their attitudes and demeanour
They are re-surfacing the numerous paths which criss-cross the little park known as the Grove.
A couple of mechanical shovels are at rest in what looks like a cage. One of them is partly covered with a very old tarmac the colour and texture of elephant hide. They look like monsters in a zoo.
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