Foraging again

Through the arch a walled garden and a small orchard with some delicious apples, many littering the ground beneath them. What an awful waste, I was over 50 miles from home otherwise I’d have popped back with a box or two and passed them around.
Just outside the garden and mainly beneath the canopy of a large Holly tree a mass of cyclamen seemed to be thriving.
Another century ride completed in perfect weather conditions just 8 minutes more than 5 hours fuelled by a large bowl of porridge and drip fed by six ginger biscuits.