Here grows grass and herbage in variety. Tender exotics favour more sheltered crannies - here on the top, trees adopt a braced posture against the winds that holler in from up the valley.
Today the top of a (low) Welsh mountain yielded a fig. Soft and ripe, ready to be photographed as lasting proof of its existence - or even eaten perhaps. Now what did it taste like? I can't be certain. This was the last I saw of it:
That dog will eat almost anything.
6 comments:
Good dog!
(It's what makes you love em)
a fig though! how marvellous.
A dog and his fig - what a gorgeous photo.
I know that look! Cheeky dog...hope you get another fig to try - but you'll probably have a fight on (once a fig is tasted a dog just can't get enough of them; probably find him jumping up to get them off the tree/bush!)
Great photo!
What a nose !!!
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