Howard's End

I know it's tedious to constantly bang on about the weather, but here's Portobello in the middle of summer, and the only person in sight is wearing a tweed hat and a raincoat. Come on, weather gods - play the game. 

After visiting dad I had my usual stroll along the prom, prom prom, and met Howard, who had been sent out on a mission to buy a newspaper by his second wife. He told me he was widowed ten years ago when he was just a stripling youth of seventy-eight, had then signed up for a cruise on the Rhine, fell in love with a fellow passenger and ended up marrying her. He was carrying his own sunshine around with him. And a newspaper.