Surrounded by the chaos of the marketplace, look for teenagers with infected ear piercings. You might not find them, but at least you’ll have a hot jam donut. Maybe they’re waiting for you, sunbaking on the lawns and checking their phones. Either that, or they’re shopping their little hearts out for the Queen’s Jubilee. We could be completely wrong, maybe they’ve just taken their red capes to escape the rain. Who knows. How do you remember it?