Beals Mill

It is getting quite Spring like now. There were wood anenomes and speedwells out this morning and a little bit of golden saxifrage, and this giant red orchid (early red BT, foul smelling flower box attracting ringers from a wide area).

a new log

mum is considering starting her own log, but first she has to catch it

bad hair days

before, mum looking

suitably rug-ged , and afterwards, looking like a pig's ear whilst eating one. She is not keen on this even though she gets so hot she can't even think about running

butterbur

and the butterbur is well into flower but quite late this year.

Inny daffodils

Spring has been very slow in coming this year. These are some small native Cornish daffodils, growing right where the Inny runs into the Tamar (the river in the background) near where we saw the multiple snowdrops (see February)

ganging up

Frodo and Lily are giving Uncle Max a good biffing prior to going on a very long walk. Uncle Max is showing his fangs which is why all collies are called wolf (watch Babe if you don't believe me)