Avenuette

"Ok, we've got sixteen of these trees left, what do you want done with them?"

I walked down that tree lined avenue. It took no time at all. There's not a lot at the end of it either, just some big muddy puddles and a big bit of wasteland. Normally there'd be a nice view over to the mountains in The Trossachs, but all we got today was mountains of cloud. I'm pretty sure there's a good reason they're there, although the longer I stared at them through the mizzle, the less obvious it felt that there was.

Mondays, eh?