My favourite photo from last month for two quite different reasons.One, it's a really nice photo perfectly capturing a beautifully sunny Spring day at Burnby Hall, Pocklington.
Two, it illustrates a thought I had the other day after walking through a bed of blossom in a side street in Pocklington; it may look nice when it's on the tree and when it's drifting down on a gentle wind, but what a bloody pain it must be to sweep up.
Evidence, if any were needed that some things; an obsessive desire to tidy for example, just don't change in my life, no matter how far I move.
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