Thursday, 30 August 2018

On a Whin and a Prayer.

Called in at the car park at Whitehorse Hill yesterday and partook of a double cone ice-cream it was a monster and after sharing it with my shirt (it was melting before I could gobble it down) I then walked the ridgeway and just to the south of Whitehorse Hill where later in the year I find Stonechats,
there before me was this first winter Whinchat.
The Oxon Feather.



This tomato I picked off the vine yesterday and I promise I do not feed them on Viagra.

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