May Day

So there I was in the greenhouse planting up a couple of hanging baskets - I have made a significant contribution to garden centre turnover in the past couple of months - when thoughts turned to blipping as darkness approached.

I should have been prepared I thought. It was May day so I should have got up before dawn, climbed a hill and washed my face in the morning dew. Apparently, it would have made me beautiful for the rest of the year. Fat chance. Anyway, the dew was coming down very heavily this morning.

That got me thinking about water drops and some had just happened to work their way through the basket. I'll catch one for a May day blip I thought. Then I found out how hard it was.

And I didn't bother washing my face with it. I figured the magic had gone.