Red Valerian growing on a wall on the Row.
On the Friday of half-term, A was off in town watching a film and shopping with friends. The rest of us weren’t sure what to do, with storms and torrential rain forecast.
Confusingly, ‘Red’ Valerian can be white, pinky-red or pink.
We settled for a local walk, sticking fairly close to home, so that we could scuttle back with our tails between our legs should the bad weather materialise. In fact, we heard the odd rumble of thunder as we set-off, and felt the occasional spot of rain, but that was all that came.
Ragged Robin in Lambert’s Meadow. Always pink.
Lambert’s Meadow has a new bridge, but the ditch it crosses has almost dried up.
Water Aven’s gone to seed.
Why use the bridge when you can jump across?
A banded snail.
By Burtonwell Wood.
Cow Parsley on Bottoms Lane.
Addendum: I completely forgot to mention, because I have no photos, and photos seem to serve in lieu of memory for me these days, that, at Bank Well, B and I watched fascinated as Newts repeatedly rose to the surface and dived again. These were fleeting glimpses that we had – nothing like the clear view we had last summer in Red Tarn, but satisfying none the less.