tempus fugit

By ceridwen

Bristles and whiskers

Walking through town, I was intrigued by this plant which had thrust its bristly tendrils over a wall. I don't know what it is,  some sort of briar maybe.

Later, attempts to blip it were hampered by a whiskery interloper with a 'look at me' agenda (extra).

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