Common Orpine rises up with diverse round, brittle stalks, thick set with fat and fleshy leaves without any order, and little or nothing dented about the edges; of a pale green colour.

We'd been cooped up in a smeggy coach all the way from Leeds. No one told me how far it was to the south coast. And England's supposed to be small. It took us ages. Any road, we finally arrived, got parked and made for the chip shop.

A loud bloop bloop from the fish tank made me jump, the three-year-old Reader’s Digest almost slipping from my grip.

They used the ledge and a few branches for a makeshift shelter.