The sky, this morning, viewed from bed, a cup of tea in my hand, is mother-of-pearl as the sun tries to infiltrate the grey cloud blanket.
From the Pantiles and other view points below the Common, you see paths winding upwards through the woods; each of them seems to make a mysterious promise to would-be explorers.
Someone has removed the translucent, plastic column of the "keep left" bollard on the traffic island opposite the entrance fo Sainsbury. What remains is the base - a pair of long-life electric bulbs surrounded by a circular reflector under a glass, screwed-down cover. It remains switched on and looks like an electric flower.