When Snowberries Go Bad

Spotted on the wander back from Stockbridge. The urban jungle.
I was down at the library grabbing (well, borrowing) a few books for an upcoming trip, covid and airlines permitting. I’m expecting to get a lot of reading in so I’ve got half a dozen library eBooks downloaded as well, should be enough for a couple of weeks.
The goldfish gets a wee holiday too at Uncle Jack’s but not the other guys, so instead they now have a nice, clean and shiny, water-refreshed tank to enjoy. Like a piscine spa holiday but only if the feeder works.