I Travel Chacewater garden centre, plants its mark on visitors, who are mostly old. Sipping tea, chewing scones of gritty currants, dollop of cream, jam – cherry, maybe more likely raspberry, excavated from the wholesale tin. Spit seeds from gapped teeth where they lodge like squatters, dab tissues on dribbles like blotters. Some have a partner oppositting, perhaps there’s a little talking –…