This was a lazy late summer Sunday afternoon on Clapham Common. I was horribly hungover and tired. We were walking the dog and picking apart the events of the previous evening when we heard music coming from the distance. Jazz, it sounded like.
Turning a corner we saw the deckchairs arranged in front of the bandstand and the nearer we got to it, the louder the music.
The band was playing Bye Bye Blackbird and when they finished, the occupants of the deckchairs replied with polite applause. Before the musicians could get going again, another sound came from behind us. Hooves echoing on the tarmac. A horse pulled a wagon carrying a young family. The kids waved as they past.
We claimed a couple of deckchairs, bought coffee and listened to the jazz.
