Crack

There are things in life that make me happier than pottering about with my camera in the undergrowth looking for just the right knackered fence post to capture, watching carefully where I step to avoid the ubiquitous dog mess, litter and general discarded household debris, and keeping an eye out for tree branches, nettles, brambles and the like, the activity soundtracked by an unholy racket of swamp voodoo garage rock psych blues. But there aren't many.

Off out now, to town, on a Saturday with my family for shopping and tea out. Looking forward to some Tescos-funded French cuisine and I can already taste that nice continental lager going down.

Music, some of the afore mentioned...crack in your eye.