Come Into The Bushes, Luscious...

... but mind the pr***s.

An unscheduled half day meant I had to walk up to the train station to collect my bike in the evening, or else walk in the morning. No contest.

On the way I saw this foxglove in the undergrowth of the big house here in Monster Haven where a papal count/singer lived for a while. I don't think either John McCormack or Gerald Manley Hopkins (the other famous quasi resident) ever had a lasting effect on the locals. They don't seem particularly religious to me.