I was walking my dog one morning in the week and bumped into the happiest bloke I think I’ve ever met.
Singing and whistling at 7.30am, as the sun warmed his grubby little face, he was stretching and preparing for the day ahead.
This young Japanese fella had slept the night in a park and was de-rigging his makeshift camp of a sleeping bag, tarpaulin and an umbrella.
I love meeting strange people in strange places and was delighted to find out that he’s spending three months walking the length and breadth of the UK.
Walking home, the traffic was backed up on the A27, with hundreds of fuming, seething commuters suffering the painful daily wake-up.
Who has got it right?