June 26, 2012
People in the queue blink the barbeque smoke away from their eyes. The brass band playing, the union jacks flying. Older gentlemen sit close to the stage and watch the singerís skirt fly up. Pimms is being sipped under a sky streaming with white clouds, throwing their shadows over the orchestraís tent, the bouncy castles, the old-fashioned fair games. Teenage girls forget their mature age and screech with delight in the bumper car track. Dogs are drooling, children running around with parents in tow, burdened with scooters and tissues and water bottles and melting ice-cream cones.