Those dripping crumpets, I can see them now. Tiny crisp wedges of toast, and piping-hot, flaky scones. Sandwiches of unknown nature, mysteriously flavoured and quite delectable, and that very special gingerbread. 681 more words
Continuing on the misty journey, this was taken the same day as yesterdays image on a different part of the trail.
Thank you all very much for your comments and votes. 35 more words