A bath of blackberries

Like a bed of roses, something that one should be grateful life isn’t. Too lacerating.

Back from Wales which was mostly misty.

Sometimes drivingly so. The driving being done by the extremely blusterous wind which threatened at one stage to remove the tent. Luckily the driven mist calmed the sunburn acquired the previous day.

Maizy had a great time, what with all the walking.

So did I. More pictures here.