flowers in paradise

in the sunny clearings in the wood the beautiful and subtle tones of bitter vetch stand out like beacons, the cowwheat is already out. Let's hope the heath fritillary returns

paradise

I truly believe that when the sun is up and the bluebells are out this is a little bit of paradise.

mother's little helper

shattering the space time fabric of calm reflection, am I drowning or what? Helping mum comes naturally.

trout rising

leaving only a trace of a ripple spreading through the reflections on the river; an instant in the fabric of space and time.

lutea

the beautiful and heavily scented rhododendron lutea or yellow azalea which grows in many of the woods locally.

lurking in the compost

this sleepy slow worm was found sunning itself on the compost heap