Red Berries.

I'm afraid that I only had time for a quick blip while dog walking this morning and I have absolutely no idea what the shrub is. We needed to pack Mrs TD off to her fabric course in Valencia.

She flew down to Gatwick, and needed a lift to the airport - I hate flying and airports.
The flight to Spain was part of the holiday package, but we had to arrange for travel to and from London. Both flights were advertised at thirty pounds but ended costing about seventy by the time all the compulsory extras had been added; I had thought the laws on such sharp business practices had been updated, but the poor customer has no idea what the final cost is going to be until it is time to make the payment.

Then there's the getting to the airport. On the approach there are conspicuous signs directing you to the short stay car park but, when you arrive, you are confronted with a sign that says, "P OVERSIZE VEHICLES". It is only much later that you are able to work out that what it really means is, "Short stay car park AND oversize vehicles." By that time you have gone into the drop-off area and had to pay a pound to get back out again so that you can have another try at finding the correct area. There is then a parking fee of £5.60 for the privilege of escorting one's beloved to the security area so that you can carry her bags.

The designer of the car park and its associated road network should be shot for incompetence while the designer of the signage should have his head banged against a wall until he realises that road signs are for drivers who don't know their way around and are having to cope with others who do.
I wasn't a happy bunny.