You sometimes see it on the television, flicking through the channels. You stumble across golf (never linger there), but there is a man, looking calm and cool in his silly hat and loose trousers and there's a wind blowing. As he's lining up the shot he looks really scared, like his knees are shaking. I wonder if you can hear his trousers snapping in the breeze?
Again, today, I drive past Braeburn School, looking proud and blue, set into the dusty hill and on the open balding field on the other side of the road there are possibly fifty big sturdy men, all in red t-shirts and loose trousers. Drill for a security company I think, but there is a wind flapping about the thin tired trees and dropping down onto the yellow field below. And the fifty men are all looking stern and scary but for their trembling legs.
How can we possibly take them seriously?