It's a glorious, cloudless Saturday morning. I'm sitting in the dappled shade of my garden reading the paper, drinking coffee and smoking a crafty cigarette.
My wife is pottering in her greenhouse but I can feel the thought-waves boring into the back of my head - "why aren't you mowing the lawn / tiling the roof / painting the bathroom?" etc.
The 'phone rings. It's my mate Dave - a man in a similar condition to myself, lol.
"Wiscombe?" he says.
"Wiscombe......When?"
"In an hour"
"You're on!"
Forty minutes later I'm grabbing camera and youngest son and we're out the door.