Evening Stroll

It's a lovely summer evening, and the marquee is going up in the town square for the food fair over the weekend.
Two ladies were changing the flowers on the war memorial. It's looking lovely with sprays of yellow and white. One of them stopped me as I was strolling by.
"What d'you think of a concert in November? In a marquee like this one? It'd be bring your own blanket to keep warm, and there'd be a hog roast available, and a bar - do you think five pounds would be too expensive?"
"We could maybe get the Young Farmers to do something," said the other lady.
I said it sounded like a great idea - the marquee will be up anyway for the winter festival, so it may as well get a bit of extra use in a good cause.

On the way back, I saw Graham and Dodge the dog (one of Islay's many boyfriends). He works at the Co-op, and he said it's been closed for a few days while they re-furbish - and he added that it's the best Co-op in Wales, going by the takings (never mind that it's technically in England, because they weren't allowed to build it in the National Park).