02 Jul 09 AM

To me, the smell of summer is not that of freshly cut grass, it's chlorine, chemical toilets and the musty tang of a melamine cup which has languished at the back of a caravan cupboard for the last 11 and a half months. It's the smell of a freshly creosoted fence baking in the sun. It sounds like the gentle ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta of a hose sprinkler, and it tastes like Gini.