Blustery winds combined with hills was enough to abandon the bike. As my daily stride count had fallen well below the 20,000 average it was time for a stroll to Gwithian. On the way one admired the strange crops farmers have these days…

Compared the feeble looking blackberries when compared with their luscious Mancunian cousins…

And here we are….

That seems to have done it….

Note to self: remember to wear shorts for such excursions 😎☀️

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