Cooper and I went to the Plymouth Waterfront one day to enjoy the cooler breeze and meet a friend for ice cream.
There was a band who played old stuff.
Trumpets and tubas and trombones.
The audience was all people over 70 years old.
The little old ladies came over to Cooper one at a time to pet him and talk to me about him.
He loved all the attention as usual. There is never a shortage.