Ripe strawberries ripe

I was so proud of my first strawberry of the year I took a picture of it. It was as lovely, sweet and juicy as it was huge, so I thought I’d share it with you, the pic that is, I ate the strawberry all on my own. You can tell we’re not far from the Sellafield nuclear plant here can’t you., it’s got to be a mutant berry or something.

The night before that it was such a lovely evening I tried to take a pic through my bedroom window, which is less than clean at the moment and has temporary secondary glazing over it, so there’s a bit of glare and cloudiness. It’s a shame the pic didn’t come out better because there was just such an aura glowing from the hills as the sun set behind them, awesome.

Fortunately Sellafield is being decommissioned so the mutant strawberries and radioactive glow will be a thing of the past, in about half a million years or so. And people around here complain about wind turbines. Oh come on people, burn coal and damage the ozone layer, risk polluting the planet for millions of years with radioactive waste, or stick up a few windmills, which is the lesser of those evils? If you were in Holland it would be, "Oh what a pretty windmill, how quaint…"

Anyway I’m not turning into a green activist or anything, just some things are obvious. And the large strawberry is probably just something in the soil, or maybe it’s my magic garden. Or the Cumbrian weather.

I think I will plant some roses next then I can annoy the neighbours early in the morning singing songs from Oliver!

"Who will buy, my sweet red ro-o-ses two-oo blooms for a penny…"