Round objects and foolish birds .

The heat is making the fruit drop early .
Little green apples litter the lanes -  and lots of pigeons .
The birds have avian flu I think . They sit warm and snug in two's and three's in the road . Swerve to avoid them and they will often seem to make the effort to outsmart you and get under the wheels .
 So the lanes are dotted with smashed apples and pigeons .Little clouds of soft downy feathers tell you which it is .

I go to the fridge with the cool boxes and pack everything left from other picnics .
Out by the deserted picnic tables I throw down the cloth and get it all on the table . I have packed a couple of baguettes too. When it's all out it looks  a sumptuous spread . I am rather surprised .People strolling past look enviously at the brie , celery serrano , chorizo , spring onions etc .One or two even try to start up a conversation to get an invite to sit down ......

When we are done we sit a long while smoking , sipping good coffee and watching the waves .I pick up a radish from the table and sling it over the sea wall just to hear the plop as it hits the water .

Minutes pass and I spot a gull with a red clown's nose .The radish has drifted to where he is . He has speared it with his beak . Eventually he gets it off and edges it into his mouth . Suddenly he has a huge adam's apple and them he swallows it whole .