Yesterday I popped out for a sroll to blow away the cobwebs and get some fresh air into my lungs. As I was meandering my way through fields and woodland having conversations with myself (yep, I know it's the first sign of madness but it's a habit I can't seem to break!) I came across a damson tree absolutely covered in lush fruit, mmmm!
The temptation was way too much so out came the compulsory walkers carrier bag and off I went picking in a mad frenzy of scrumping excitement.
There must be a glut of fruit this year due to the sunny weather we had earlier in the year and the rain of recent months.
This is the incriminating photo of me pinching, at this point I was expecting to hear 'get of my land' being bellowed in my direction...thank goodness that wasn't to be. However a strange bloke did stop in his car and started to tell me about how much he hated his ex-wife, how random is that! I thought he might have been a bit of a looney so felt it best to just listen and not contribute to the conversation in any way which seemed to work as he went on his merry way.