Farewell to summer. Go steady, now. Retreat. No more nuking of nature, no more bleaching the birds into hiding. Farewell to the campsite with pastel bunting and hay bales with its swish of retro deckchairs where the coast was an iron concertina. Farewell to Modbury with its mosaic market-place feel, to the big of the sea, the big sea, the aged doll's house shop of thrift, to the candlemakers and tapers, farewell to the brazen cat rapping chaos...