A common sight now: smokers, mostly old people, often scruffy, gather outside pubs to puff. A circle of dog-ends surround their stamping grounds. Outsiders?
In the Pantiles, a great din this afternoon. Someone on the stage is playing a guitar supported by a bank of amplifiers. People lean back in the sun. Lager on the tables. The further away you are the better the music sounds - drifting background music, mingling with other sounds, part of the Bank Holiday atmosphere.
Some climbing clematis, which I planted against a climbing rose is clambering up the rose as I meant it to, but is only just now visible over the white abutilon and white hibiscus.