Blue

A view from the pitch and putt course, closed for the winter, looking across the meadows. I’d nipped up to DougM’s to pick up an old, unread weekend Guardian, as you do, and was meandering back down to M&S for a shirt swap, as you do. Not long after, the blue sky was replaced by black and the Metro in my rucksack side pocket got a bit damp. Didn’t matter, had read it on the bus. As you do.
The Extra’s from the pre-Metro bus stop: Easter’s here already.