A fit looking grey haired man runs round the perimeter path of The Grove. He strides at a steady pace. He is running faster than the average jogger, easily and with great power. At the end of the circuit, he looks at his watch and starts again. Round and round he goes and consults his watch every time he completes the circle. He is setting himself a target, competing with himself.
Rain drops line up under the top bar of the black iron gate at the entrance to The Grove... like beads on an abacus.