What's in a roundabout?
For most people who flit past it each day, absolutely nothing at all. Perhaps, they yield the slightest glance or curious sniff at the streaks of green, suddenly alight amidst swathes of urban grey. But none of them stop to think, for roundabouts are not the most practical of places to pull up and have a good think, about the things that are tucked behind those leafy folds and crowded bushes.
And as for Jonny, well, Jonny stops. Jonny thinks. And Jonny learns.