More little plants!
Just when I thought I had seen enough, I would spy yet more adorable plants hiding under the gorse branches. I had no
choice but to
crawl (backwards) even further down the moist trickle. This brought wave after wave of gorse branches slapping into my back, bum,
and between my legs.
It was like I was being flagellated by a coven of nuns, furious for my sarcastic comments about the overpopulation of Christs
that had been mesmerizing me into art gallery stupors.
Here is the same plant, from a slightly different angle.
