Kissing

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me

'Kiss Me' Sixpence None the Richer

I was tipped off that this piece of graffitti lay underneath a bridge on the Bath to Bristol cycle path so I think it might have been blipped before. I was trying out my mountain bike which I haven't ridden since I bust the gears on a ride last year - all fixed now.
I went under the bridge to find a small community of Poles fishing. I tried to ask them what they were hoping to catch but they spoke no English, so I mimed a fish (Zumba moves came in very handy here) and they all laughed and nodded but I still couldn't work out what they were after. Funny the places that blipping takes you.

Tea in the garden this afternoon so we could give Sarah her Birthday present. Stan and Andy and both managed to blip the occasion and take snaps that we should all be pleased with - hard to make four women happy!