Sublime

He prepared himself a meal: radishes in a saucer with Maldon salt and grassy olive oil; good rye bread, and red wine poured with the pleasure of a man who’s elected to sin.

The sunshine tastes like the strawberries that cascade from their straw-lined beds as June draws to a close. But not all the flavours of summer are as pure. It also tastes of a Twister ice lolly – packaged some place far away, a long time ago, but seasonally hand-picked from the corner shop freezer – and funfair bales of candy floss.