Dad's first crop of runner beans  picked today  topped and tailed and strung  ribbon sliced and cooked 'al dente'  seasoned with butter and pepper They are the taste of memory  of 1960s childhood summers in South Wales  of caterpillars and the scent of cabbage leaves  sunburn and prickly heat  shell gardens assembled in sand-filled fruit boxes  rose petals soaking for days in water and hope  the three-legged race  a drindl skirt in turquoise seersucker never completed in the last year of Junior school  a new leather satchel  Tuff shoes