Low hanging fruit.

Whilst doing my best ice skating in the back garden today, I noticed this little guy clinging onto his branch for dear life. He has escaped the autumn harvest and the initial ravages of Arctic Scottish winter and is still shining brightly like a juicy beacon. I left him to fight another day, but when the Christmas bills come in, I fear he may be all I will have to survive on in January 2013!


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