Beat-up breakfast

When we were on Lindisfarne recently, George was clicking through the photos on my camera. 

"Some of these are pretty good," he said. "How come some days your blip will be just - I don't know - a plate, or something?"

I pointed out that blipping was all about seeing what's in front of you. 

Which is why today's is my lunch, which he'd bashed about by swinging the carrier bag around as we walked back from the library.