In Sainsbury's a little girl takes advantage of a temporary open space in front of the fish counter, and slides on her wheeled shoes, while, at the same time, tossing a toy glider into the air.
A husband and wife sit at a table outside a cafe in the Pantiles. A Yorkshire terrier sits on each of their laps.
I cannot see the lower part of the tulip tree, which greets me every morning when I raise the blind of our bedroom window. This afternoon I cross the road and peep over the wall to remind myself of its size and scope. At first it appears to be three trees, but its apparent that three hefty trunks rise from the same rootstock. A few years ago the tree was in a bad way, and some agile tree-surgeons spent a morning pruning it heavily. For a while its amputated branches were not a pretty sight, but now they seem to have recovered, and, and at this time of year, you can see that the bare branches are flourishing. One of the tree surgeons said at the time that it would not survive without the surgery.