The buds of the peony, not the most modest of flowers, are about to open, and manage to look demure, as though to disguise the shock of their imminent maturity.
Under the canopy of a young copper beech, a blackbird forages in the grass among daisies and dandelions. No photograph is needed: a picture is composed in the mind.
Among the things to rejoice in not wanting: a cyberman mask and voice-changer from Dr Who, in the window of the BBC shop in Mount Pleasant. On the other hand ...
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