I spy

I spy with my little eye, a slightly ripened strawber-eye. (Poetic licence applied for).
In honour of Wimbleydonn and the fact that Mr. Murray is still in play, (I am a bit Scottish), here's a strawberry.

This is from the little'uns patch. She's been munching on them for a couple of weeks already, and although she knows how to share, this doesn't apply to strawbs.

In other news... it's still 'ot. Bring on the Pimm's.

C