A line of five or six children of different sizes, riding bikes of different sizes, following one another round the Grove, as fast as they can go.
We talk to the fish and chip shop owner outside the Compasses before lunch. He is 65 and full of woes. But he seems to enjoy dramatising them over a pint in the Autumn sun. "Got to get back to my wife's cooking", he says. "She either over cooks everything or under cooks it," and, parting, adds: "I love her to bits."
In Sainsbury's, successive shopping aisles list: "Frozen ready meals, Frozen vegetables, Frozen Meat, Frozen deserts, Frozen fish". And they say, the poles are melting.