Alpine

To thank you all for your lovely (currently unreciprocable) comments over the last couple of days, here's a strawberry.

It's not one of the big juicy ones I imagine are hanging snail-eaten at the allotment, and imagine will continue to hang so for a little bit. It's one of the small, shrivelled, not quite ripe, but soon to be sweet alpine ones which grow between all the cracks on the patio.