Crumble

The day after the end of the Fringe, the first bramble of the season. It never stops, it really doesn't ;-)

Out for a bit of a scout just near me just before tea and it was all worthwhile. Enough for a crumble. That's all I asked for and that's what I got. I might mention it but I ain't going to blip it. Instead you get a face, a face that loomed after a post-work swim that promised much but delivered little. A bloody slog it was I tell you, didn't have the legs.....bah.

In my head.