Ice Cream

A quick trip to Wisley this afternoon, not to see the gardens this time, but to meet with friends from France. Although the day was dismal the car parks were full. Everyone, I expect, hoping to catch the last of the turning leaves. The weather however, had taken the best of humours, so smiling faces were far from evident.

This mother hoped to cheer up her young family with an ice cream. I hope it worked. The sight of the creamy delights seemed to cease their tears of frustration instantly.

It's not much of an image, I know, but I didn't really think about blips until to late to remedy.