As a birthday present goes, BST is bloody brilliant. I love the evening light; as if the day is gently fading-to-black, gin in hand, legs sprawled among the furniture, it's panama hat at a rakish tilt over its brow, languorously allowing the light to drain away in unnoticed sips...
Anyone for sundowners?
B: Sideways , Rex Pickett; Nightwatch, T Pratchett
