the Spanish version. The wild flower meadow seems to have spread further and more adventurously this year, in the fields around us and on the river bank, small single bluebells abound tentatively throwing up a bloom as if testing the water for further expansion.
We do have the Spanish Influx which is a pity as eventually the two species will intermingle but hopefully the natural British version will survive.
It is an odd thing about the bluebell, that whenever one sees it, it is so photogenic that it presents almost a perfect picture of such vibrancy that even on a dull day it radiates joy with that lovely colour.
Merryhall. If all goes to plan we are moving, hoping to move is more accurate;…
Started chapters like so. “To Oswestry…”. So I did. But why, I hear you WhatsApp,…
by any other name. Browsing the local Facebook group (useful for local news, gossip and…
Early longest-day morning. Can I say that? Goosander family spooked by my minuscule appearance: a…