What are the sounds of a British summer? Pop music on the
radio wafting from an open car window, as you inch forwards
in a queue of traffic on your way to the beach? The haunting
combination of panpipes and bongos drifting across a town
square? Or just the torrential rain drumming on the roof
of a festival tent, while the disposable barbecue hisses in
the downpour, its sulky demeanour mocked by the distant
crooning of Beyoncé?
For me, there's one sound which sums up an altogether
more relaxing and uplifting British summer, and that is the
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