Memory Bowl

Not a very interesting Blip, but had a long day on duty.

Came home, was about to pour some fruit into my favourite bowl, and a load of memories of my maternal grandma came back to me. This used to be her fruit bowl, from St Ives Pottery, one of the many potteries she frequented in the West Cornwall area. It always reminds me of her, baking away in her sunny kitchen in Penzance, R3 playing in the background.

So I fill it with tangerines. And why not?