I miss strawberries that tasted sweet and warm and lucious, tomatoes that had real flavour, Jersey Royals that tasted of the soil they had been grown in. Vegetables in season that had flavour and a short season. English apples and pears, quinces and cherries. Birdsong, children playing their singing games in the road. Little or no traffic and smokey steam trains to the sea side. Leaving my back door open when I went shopping and knowing that no one would have robbed me. Bus conductors to take the fare and give out tickets. Brewers drays and the lovely shire horses. Sunny summer days in the park with ice-cream from the 'Stop me and buy one' man on a bicycle with his big icecream carrier on the front. The smell of newly roasted coffee in almost every high street. Real fresh bread. .......... I'll stop now.