We walked down from where we parked the car passing masses of daffodils in the field, through a gate and then along the side of a stream.
Where there were masses more daffodils.
We passed a very nice weir and it is at times like this that I wish I had a better camera. The gusting wind was catching the edges of the water as it came over the top and whipping it upwards. It was a very comical sight.We wandered on further across a bridge and past an old manor house which led into fields. It was at this point we decided to turn back. It is surprising what you have missed when you return along the same path. These kingcups for instance ....
and these wild white violets. There were also some very dark purple ones, much darker than the wild ones in our garden.
There is always inspiration all around you when you are out and about. I loved these thorns. I guess they are something like buckthorn, and this fantastic old apple tree with its knobbly bark.
We even managed not to get wet but did get awfully muddy, covered in the warm red clay soil that is typical of this part of the world.
Glad you got out to see the daffies ! It's been years since I went up to Farndale to see our (relatively) local ones but I did see quite large drifts in Cumbria last week - so delicate compared to our blowsy cultivars.
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