Scrumping

I got home from work to discover we were out of kindling for the fire (and we have to have a fire every evening), so Mark took me foraging just up the road, where he'd spotted some dead carob branches recently. And that was the highlight of an otherwise work-filled day... ooh, except for the shepherds pie for dinner, that was better than collecting dead wood in the dark, but I didn't take a photo of it.