Sunday, 25 July 2010

Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.



Today i saw the cutest ice cream van, sat lonely on the coast of Morecambe.
The pretty lady only sold traditional fruit ices, and 99 ice creams, with not a bright wrapper in sight. On the counter stood a vase of the sweetest pink flowers and inside was decorated with floral chintz and homemade matching paper chains lined the windows.

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