The borlotti beans have swollen and the white embryo seeds become speckled like eggs. The blotches on the green skins look like clouds at sunset.
Outside a pub is a notice which says "wave hands here for heat". I wave my hands beneath it, believing that it will work like those hand dryers in public lavatories, which blow warm air downwards on your wet hands. Nothing happens until I feel heat from above my head, and look up to see a radiant heater on the wall. A box for cigarette ends confirms that this is a facility for smokers driven out of doors by the law.
Stretching across the open door of the greenhouse this morning is a large web, beautifully woven and symmetrical. At its centre, is an important looking spider.
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