Looking out of the rear window of a shop, I see a buddleia in full bloom surrounded, as it is supposed to be, but by no means always is, by butterflies. They are mostly whites. but, "look there's a painted lady," says the shopkeeper. And he is right. And there were more.
As I walk down Mount Pleasant after the Farmer's Market, I can still taste the little cube of a local Cheddar type cheese, which I sampled from one of the stalls. I think to myself that I should have bought some, but then, I reflect, that the fleeting aftertaste, is probably better and more memorable than the taste of a whole slice scoffed with bread or biscuits.