I was walking down the high street, it was sunny. I was looking at some old chimney pots and wondering how long they had been there.
It was market day. Busy stalls, splodges of bright colour, hustle and bustle, snatches of conversation.
A youth on a bike dismounted and fell into step alongside a girl. "I know I'm late, but I had to swerve around a lot of people."
I was Happy.
Thought I was reading the start of a novel Tom. Good stuff!