Not a field

I meant to blip a lovely field of Poppies however a couple of large gins meant I couldn’t really be arsed so I took Molly out instead. I saw these on the way and thought they would do, after all they are the very best flower.

I took the morning off, unpacked the car, washed some stuff, aired the tent, put all the camping gear away and washed about a million flies off the car.