8pm

The first mild evening of the year. Home late from work and not cooking so free to sit out with a sherry and the sounds of an urban summer evening around me: muffled traffic passing on the road out front, a distant neighbour's hedge trimmer, a bumblebee passing, blackbird and robin claiming territory with their song, local youngsters on a trampoline discussing the complicated rules they are inventing for their game.

Need a few more of these.