Peel

11yo and I made the most of the lack of rain by going for a short walk on the moor, hoping the ground had frozen sufficiently to make the swampy conditions a little more walkable.

This gaudy fungi provided a bit of colour, even at a few millimetres across. Leaning over for a slightly better look I ended falling head first into the gorse and I've spent the rest of the day plucking prickles out of my jeans. All in service of a good blip of course.