Harrop

It’s been ages since I’ve been up to the chaps.
I walked through the tree forest, then the tormentil forest, on through the sundew nearly in flower forest, up through the orchid forest and into the asphodel forest before arriving at the white and yellow water lilly forest where I swam.
Then over to my friend’s with my lavender and strawberry shortbreads to watch the Wimbledon men’s singles final. If only Berrettini hadn’t hit the net quite so many times.