A few days ago I had the good fortune to be invited to dinner by Mr Pounce the esteemed barrister at his grand Gothic pile. It was a small informal gathering nourished by birds that Mr Pounce had blasted from the moorland skies himself.
The delightful and vivacious strawberry blonde Wilhemina was of course in attendance.
One of the attendees formed a perfect crop circle... The crop in this instance being tobacco.
Or was it a smoke ring?
I thought the cheese rather photogenic.
