In the vegetable garden a black cat emerges from the shadows under a hedge. It poses for my camera. I follow it as it explores lettuces and beans, sweet corn and some garden netting laid out on the ground ready to form some pigeon defences. What's this? A second black cat arrives through a hole in the fence. The two cats look at one another for a moment in surprise. They are both unsure of territorial rights, because in an instant they turn and race off in different directions, one under the hedge the other under the fence.
A traffic warden passes in the street. Few people like traffic wardens. So I say good morning to be kind. He responds surprised at a friendly greeting. Perhaps he rightly suspects me of not being a motorist. It occurs to me that it doesn't hurt to say good morning to as many people as possible in a friendly sort of way. Who knows? It could make their day a mite more happy. It might even make mine happier. I've always liked the expression "the top of the morning," Irish I think. But perhaps it would sound odd in Tunbridge Wells.