Project365 #94

It is not that often that I find myself in Costa at the same time as a Chocolate Twist. Today was one of those rare days. A day full of sunshine. A day so magnificent that you could expect God himself to appear in Peterborough High Street and make his way there.

I entered Costa for one reason, and one reason only: a takeout coffee. Then I saw it.

The beautiful pastry, the succulent chocolate, the unusual yellow stuff that you’d think would be absolutely disgusting but is actually really nice. The mother of all pastries. A snowy dove trooping with crows. Like a mermaid at low tide draped over a rock. The fairy dust covered piece of gold, it held magic, it held adventure.   

I had to have it.

So I bought it…