On a sunny day, a woman cavorts up the high street, music in her ears and rhythm in her stride.
A man, his ponytail swishing, stomps downhill with a smile because it’s a sunny day.
Outside the abandoned bank, a pensioner raises his hat to the lady smothering the three-seater bench.
She’s smiling indulgently at the toddler, weaving expertly along the pavement on his scooter.
It’s a sunny day.
The green man escorts a couple across the road, but the sunny day is in the driver’s eyes.
A screech, a scrunch and screams echo round, even on a sunny day.