I really struggled to find a 'proper' chalk and cheese scene, but Serendipity strode up and whacked me on the head with this one - not so much chalk and cheese I admit (although there is some here) but certainly juxtaposition and incongruity!

Here we were, out for a lovely autumn stroll across the hills, far away from it all and becoming more & more relaxed and at peace with the world, when we trip over a discarded can of Red Bull...! Now then I may not have lightning-quick reflexes, but even at the time, the thought of deliberately getting yourself hyper and fizzed up out in the fields and byways of the deepest darkest Cotswolds did I must admit, defeat me. And still does...

Finn ventured that it might have been runners or some sort of athletic types needing a bit of zap! and kapow! as they struggled up the hill; maybe, but I can't imagine that sort just chucking the can away...they'd be much more green, and would probably use proper drinking bottles or those camel-sac back-pack drinky thingys.

Bizarre! And still has me stumped a couple of days later!

Tuesday 27th's energetic-yet-strangely-found-object-while-out-in-the-country entry to October's Challenge; for other 31-fixated Pbasers this month click here