Dead Wasp

Having got back from Green Man Festival early we went for a short five and a half mile walk around Cretingham and Brandeston.

Only a few miles north of Ipswich to be honest it's an area that I know little about.

The walk itself was lovely, through rolling countryside in beautiful sunshine. Past fields of sunflowers through picturesque villages.

Unusually however I have four specific moans, first cows, why do they feel it necessary to stampede us so that we have to take an unplotted diversion through woods and barbed wire fences. What is it with wasps, they really are bastards, the one on this picture lost its battle. The bastards did create one moment of joyous humour when Andy swore expletives loudly about one only to be confronted by two smiling elderly ladies. The last two moans are about pubs. Why only serve a dinner menu on a Sunday, not a sandwich as was the case at the Queens Head in Brandeston and why stop serving at 2pm which is what the Crown at Cretingham did.

Anyway this picture was clearly manipulated, showing the sunflower and the dead wasp.