Bullrushes

I like bullrushes. I remember being fascinated by them when seeing them on countryside walks with my Dad when I was yay high to a grasshopper (as they say).

I'm not sure I've ever seen as many in one place as here - which, it being a working day, is Cambourne. The usual paths were a bit squishy today so Rob and I took a different route, taking in the sights of The A428, the Shiny New Sports Centre, and bullrushes. Maybe I'll blip the 428 for you another day.

Anyway, this being a Predesignated Capitalist Romantic day, I ought to be elsewhere and not fiddling on Photoshop...