Have sloes, have gin, but...

When the light was fading, I went into the on blipmission with bottle of cheapo gin. It was getting dark, so neighbours couldn't see this strange person. (I hope) The golden arc of HUGE thorns that has appeared across the photo ( amazing innit; this blipology; 'snot an exact science izzit; unless you're well into clevercleverphotography) sez that our soon-to-be-robbed blackthorn bushes are determined to remind me of the day, thirtyfive years ago, when I landed in a blackthorn... friend remarked at the time that I described a perfect parabola from horse to bush, then... agony. Anyone else ever landed in a blackthorn? Gaaaaaah.