Summer of 2020 lacked many things, surprises were plentiful however. They ranged from disorienting to terrifying, but on our toes we stayed.
On a humid afternoon, the air opaque with confusion and cautious hope, another surprise came as quick as a flick of a paintbrush.
Sheets of water spilled from the heavens on to a tin table, filling up water glasses and a half eaten bowl of crab linguine.
We watched from a damp and dismantled dining room, still catching our breath during the delightful deluge on Broome street.
A happy surprise.
