 I love the summer in the great outdoors, the coast, the woods, the mountains, the moors. I love swimming in lakes, in rivers in the sea. I love hiking with my mates and a flask of Yorkshire tea. I find a landlord in the beer garden, a can of faith in the park, regretting to bring a jumper for when it gets dark. I love the smell in the air of the first barbecue. That inspirational whiff makes us want one too. I guess you don't really know what you've got till it's gone, and we've all been so socially distant for so long, that we're coming out of the traps like a whip it on the track, and we're taking our rubbish, but we're not bringing it back. So don't be a muppet and leave all your rubbish, be more like a womble, and ti- You what? Oh, it's like a, it's like a, it's like a mythic, it's like a dog, it's like a bear, it's like a, it's like a cross between a, it's like an anteater, and a bear, it wears a hat, it's like an ante- hey Siri, what's a womble? The Wombles of Fictional Pointy Nosed, furry creatures created by Elizabeth Beresford and originally appearing in a series of children's novels from 1968. Anyway, I digress, what I'm basically saying is don't leave a mess. I love the summer and the great outdoors, the coast, the woods, the mountains, the moors, and we're all in this together as we're spinning through space, so let's make it better for one and other, and leave no trace.