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  • Oh! The glimpses of gardens!
    The recent disarray of children, sitting for supper by the time I pass, swings still swinging, bouncy balls and scooters strewn on prow-like decking.
    An enormous paddling pool, so luxe!
    Here the winter leaf lid prised from a hot tub; there a new fish pond being fitted.
    An older lady playing with an excitable dog, old fashioned trug sitting by the ornamental bed.

    Oh! The flashes of flesh!
    Shoulders in Surbiton, elbows in Earlsfield. A naked pair of legs glanced behind a line of washing, forget the nudity - that washing's almost dry for heaven's sake!
    A pink wicking blanket playing host to two pinker backs, can you burn in March? It's the British duty to try!
    Lawn sets, posh patio diners, a barbecue! Back doors and French windows thrown open with Mediterranean abandon.

    Oh! The dog walkers!
    Gone are the cagouls glistening in the rain and the light from the street lamps. Hunched over the leash, these people would be at home, enjoying the full benefit of their central heating if it wasn't for the mutt. No, these people in their shorts and t-shirts, their sandals, they are taking in a spring time stroll, the dog is practically incidental.

    Oh! The Great Outdoors!
    Clusters of golfers, teenagers at the kiddie play park, allotment adoration, cyclists, joggers, walkers, wanderers, promenaders, sitting on benchers, footballers, photographers, readers, writers, sketchers; all of us, today until dusk are sun worshippers.
    You may laugh, but this might not be here tomorrow, we have to make the most of it.
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