I was volunteered by the boss for a plum picking sortie in the orchard, probably because of the amount of inebriated wasps gorging themselves on the windfalls around the plum, apple and pear trees. The little blighters are a little unpredictable in that state and they'll sting you for fun.
While I was picking I looked down and there in grass, glowing and pink was this truly beautiful Victoria's Bum mooning up at me.
After that wonderful little diversion it was back to picking my plums, well picking my Burbanks to be pedantic and the bum's in the jam.
