Summertime hits Lush Places like a fireball
'It's true,' the old man in the pub said. 'If you look out across from here on the longest day, you'll see the sun setting between those two chimney pots.' 'It's true,' he said. 'I'll bet you a thousand pounds.' I'm not a betting woman but as the owner of one of those chimney pots, I was intrigued. 'Yes,' said the chap next to him. 'And when it happens, a shaft of light runs across the village square, like the Staff of Ra in Raiders of the Lost Ark , pierces through the pub window until its reflection hits the Palmer's 200 pump and then it hares off at a ninety degree angle to hit that stuffed deer head on the wall. 'And then the deer does a winky face, a cigar appears in its mouth and it starts to sing Summertime .' This was an unnecessary embellishment on an already curious tale, but I could sort of visualise it happening in a place as odd as Lush Places. 'Don't listen to 'ee,'...