Suddenly
It being an unseasonally mild, spring afternoon I had the top down on my somewhat ancient MG convertible as I cruised contentedly along the coast road. Passing the lopsided sign, half hidden in the long grass, that declared ‘Seadown – (for happy holidays) – population 13754’, I was amused to notice some wag had put a line through the number and above it scrawled ‘13756 and a half and hoping’. Chuckling I drove on basking in the warm breeze to the town where, it being still just off-season, I...