Nice and cool. Not an advertisement. Just a captured sense of anticipation. One of the World's great brands waiting to be drunk outside a pub.
In the vegetable garden I notice a squirrel running towards me along the top of a low wall. I do not suppose that it wants to interview me, or pose for a photograph, but I reach for my camera nevertheless. Not far in front of me is the object of its desires: an apple, a fairly large windfall, that I myself might have gone for. To the little fellow, it is attractive enough to overcome its shyness of a man with a camera. It picks up at the apple and begins to rotate with its forepaws, nibbling as it goes. The apple is rather bigger than its head. As I start to take the camera out of its case, the squirrel decides that I am not good company and managing to hold the apple in its mouth, scampers across the grass and up a tree to finish its meal in the foliage. I never manage the photograph. Hence all these words.
As we approach The Compasses a gust of wind snatches up three sunshades from their mid-table anchorages and blows them about with a whirl and a clatter. A frail old couple enjoying a drink start up in alarm. "Tell them we are being attacked by umbrellas from all sides," says the old lady as we draw near.