The Dead Tree.

Not having been out for the usual Wednesday cycle run yesterday, I went out for a short spin this morning; nothing too exciting, just a couple of hours that included the mandatory coffee and scone stop.
I passed this tree near Lamancha.

The sun came out and the sky turned blue in the afternoon when much of my duties were centred on transforming a fluffy bunny into a rabbit pie. After I had started on the exercise I realised that the store cupboard did not contain many of the stipulated ingredients, there were some creative modifications to Delia’s recipe. I turned a blind eye to the items that were four years past their "use by date" but, even Mrs TD seemed to enjoy the evening meal, some things must have been right.

On the subject of rabbits, we used to have a dog called, coincidentally, Meg, whose mission in life was rid The Earth of the scourge of rabbit-kind. It was a responsibility she took very seriously and her continued failure (she couldn't keep up with their rate of procreation) accounted for her perpetually serious demeanour. She missed out on puppy-hood having been born with such a great responsibility.
Then, yesterday, when we came across a young man scrabbling about in a ditch with nets and a box full of ferrets, we stopped for a chat and ended up with the generous gift of today’s dinner - and tomorrow’s - and the next day’s.