There is a resident dog, part Jack Russell, to judge by his appearance and his independence of character, at Sankey's bar and restaurant. His name is Joey. Adam, his owner says he frequently crosses the town unaccompanied, when he feels inclined. He chases rabbits on the Common or goes shopping. "The other day," Adam says, "he went to Tesco on his own. I found him waiting outside".
A heavy, overcast afternoon, warm and humid. Where there are trees, I am reminded of John Keat's phrase "verdurous glooms".
Through some iron railings emerge the pink and white flowers of dicentra or love-lies-a -bleeding.