In a brief lull before the lunchtime trade, Brian Metcalfe satisfied himself everything was ready. Fillings, garnishes, bread, all awaited the rush of orders. He'd even allowed Sandra to add home-made pea and ham soup to the day's menu. August was no protection against cool, wet and windy conditions. He eyed the floor and employed the mop again before more wet things deposited water everywhere.
A moment spent with his head stuck outside revealed a shaft of sunshine and sounds of dripping.