Saturday dawned early and lazy in Dorset, rising late and starting slow. ‘water the home garden, a latte and croissant at Bennett’s, a thumb through the Times: it feels like a weekend even before the heat of the day arrives.
There was little on in Dorset this weekend, only festival memories attached to the chili blooming on my windowsill, art in the catalogues stacked on the desk. But, over coffee, music drifted up the hill from Ashley Cross park: Groove on the Green.
Well and why not?
‘beats working on the weekend.