The night is young, the stars are old. Tell us a story, gathered around the fire, with the scent of the night garden all around. Will it be a fairy tale, folklore or a bedtime story? An observation from nature, perhaps. Or we could just talk till dawn and watch the midsummer sun rise over a meadow. The day stretches ahead, full of possibilities; Wimbledon and strawberries, cake and lollies. Summer is sure to make you smile. Summer means there’s always time for The Simple Things.