Many are those who make a bee-line for the ugly and tedious ruins of its abbey, or esteem the town hall by Robert Adam, but for me the main attraction of Bury St Edmunds is its sugar factory. I suppose it's a failing ...something defective in me. Am I a philistine? I don't know, but I could happily stand here for an hour, in Tesco's car park, watching these sunlit clouds ascending and persisting in the frosty air. I recommend it to all melancholiacs as a curative of low spirits. Others seem not to notice and hurry from the supermarket, eyes to the ground, already reaching for their car keys.