Early this morning we transported an old office chair, an old radiator, some rusty artefacts and some CDs to the Efford recycling centre. They took the chair into the reuse shop but not the large collection of CD films which went straight into a container bin because “no-one wants those any more”.
We then drove on to the moorland section of Hatchet Pond around which I walked with my camera.
Someone had taken a bite out of a large mushroom beside a freshly budding gorse bush;
further golden fungus consorted with lime coloured lichen scaling the fractured stump of a dead tree.
Pearly dewdrops twinkled on the grasses.
We wondered whether the burgeoning blackberry blossom was early or late.
Autumn leaves floated above reflections of branches which had shed them;
mallards paddled over others.
A child had probably limped home on one boot.
Dogs accompanied their people on either side of the main stretch,
and an image-conscious coot checked over its appearance from the bank.
Thinking that it must be of a similar quality to MacDonalds, I have always been prejudiced against KFC. For tonight’s dinner I was persuaded that this fast food was more tasty than the former. We therefore dined on it and I was converted. Jackie and Flo both drank Diet Pepsi, while I finished the Cabernet Sauvignon.