Day 282: Book Thief

Work is still slow during the dog-end of August, so I make the most of a free day by taking my book to Heartwood Forest.  Behind one of the pieces of ancient woodland, there's a brilliantly sturdy bench, warm in the sun, and looking out over rolling arable fields. 

The forest behind me is very lively, full of creaks and rustles, but I don't see a soul as I shamelessly steal a couple of hours of reading.                       

There are blackberries ripening in the hedges.  I will be back soon.  With a container and crumble-intent.