Big drops of rain this afternoon, and so widely spaced that you could almost run between them without getting wet.
People on mobile phones seem to talk louder than they have to, which allows you to overhear some interesting, if puzzling, statements. "I'm happy," shouts the man walking across the pedestrian bridge at the station this afternoon.... "because I'm seeing someone. I'm happy in that respect."
Pied wagtails often turn up in the Grove. They are sprightly creatures with a pretty, swooping flight. No bird has a name, which better describes it, for it is both pied and manages to wag its tail as it hops on the ground in pursuit of food.