What happens when you park...
..under the trees.
I cycled out to Musselburgh for a gentle afternoon ride.
I picked up some sea-glass and watched the people walking their dogs. It sorted of rained for a bit, but then stopped.
When I got home I noticed that I have acquired a few freckles. I am now yawning and wondering when I can retreat to bed with dignity.
This car is parked in my street, under the tree.
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