Berries, Bulmers and Brume

A portion of the path from Newnham through Grantchester
Meadows is overgrown with blackberry vines.

M* finds us some prime samples.

Bulmers hard cider, center and right, is the closest I can get to gluten-free
beer at a pub. It's also the only pub-offered cider that doesn't have a
stomach turning fungi-esque smell.

Matt being disappears into the encroaching brume (a great synonym for mist or fog).

As night falls, the moon and mist cast a beautiful eeriness to Grantchester Meadows.