Twice a day, between tram stop and destination I wade through an autumn detritus and have to restrain myself from arriving at work with a pocketful of acorns and berries. I found this little gift particularly exciting and touching. And delicious.
Having survived a tram ride home it was a little squished by the time it made it in front of the camera and into my tummy.
Understandably I spent little time on its photoshoot...by 5pm I was greatly regretting my decision to hold off eating it until after I'd shown it to my godmother.
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