Aimless meandering

It was a fabulous day today, so I decided to make the most of what might easily be the last of the summer sun. Consequently I have spent the day wandering across fields and down winding country lanes, eating an improbable number of blackberries. Basically I have been having an Enid Blyton flavoured day (although without the lashings of ginger beer, because yuck). Also no smugglers. I'm rubbish at finding adventures. Apparently smugglers and thieves and spies and sinister foreigners from countries nobody's ever heard of before, are much better at hiding from me than they are at hiding from eleven year old boys with ridiculous pets. No fair.

( There are no smugglers under here )