Garlic mustard
Pyramidal bugle and primroses
A bee visiting a bluebell
The people who have visited me so far – to whom I am grateful, and about whom I am most curious – seem to have been interested in the bluebells I wrote about before. Today I went for a walk. I do most weekends, following a familiar route from the yard where my wife keeps her horse to our home in town. I have walked the same way, with variations, for over five years, through all weathers and seasons. Here are some photos from today’s walk. I am not a serious photographer; I just like to record what I see, but would like to give you the essence of what it is like in this little portion of Sussex, England at this time of year.
