In which other town would you hear a cockerel crowing for all he was worth, while he was standing on the solicitor's window sill and see bantams scratching around with a colony of ducks? Betjeman's Diss may be named after the underworld but is paradise on a day like today. The sun was shining. Folk were shopping in the market and the Mere, provided everyone with an excuse to linger and savour the atmosphere.