An elderly man, grey hair, round shoulders, track suit, lopes by in The High Street. He clutches a bottle of mineral water.
End of April yet the trees with very exceptions are still bare. The shadows of their branches make an unfamiliar sight so late in the Spring with the sun at a point in the sky when it usually looks down on leaved canopies. It is a busy time for birds, and for those who like to watch them the absence of cover makes it easy to follow them nesting and choosing nesting places