I often wondered when I cursed,
Often feared where I would be -
Wondered where she'd yield her love
When I yield, so will she.
I would her will be pitied!
Cursed be love! She pitied me...
- 'Square Poem' Lewis Caroll

Ahh the end of summer is nigh...! Lovely day with a crisp feel - yet the sun was desperately trying to make it self felt. Been eyeing this building up for a few blips, since the festival madness seems to be almost over (fireworks on sunday!) back to regular blippage.