A pair of crows fly over the vegetable garden. One has a long twig in its beak. Another welcome sign of spring, and of the world getting on with its prime business of procreation.
In The Grove, where no cars intrude and there is nowhere to park them, a parking warden takes time off on a bench toying with his mobile phone. Long black hair escapes from under his hat. A moustache and glasses add to a faintly comical impression.