After breakfast this morning, Tilly and I put our best feet forward to check out a few favourite haunts. We started with the barley field, now harvested and tidied away.
All the bales of barley straw are lined up at the edge of the field, looking a little like a school photograph, at the end of the summer term.
The saplings planted near the shepherd's hut are all thriving,
and this red admiral butterfly was enjoying the blackberry bushes as much as I was. I love blackberrying, and the ones I picked today were particularly flavoursome. I was a bit surprised that no-one else seems to have been picking the berries. There were no telltale patches of flattened grass in front of the brambles! Perhaps, these days, it's easier to grab a punnet of supersized blackberries from the chiller in Tesco. They are missing the flavour of the wild, though!
Earlier in the year I made a mental note to go back to a patch of white honesty, to collect some seeds. So I've got a few of those pocketed now! The seedheads were beautiful, shimmering in the sunlight, quivering in the wind.
And lastly, a lovely wild crabapple tree. To my way of thinking, you can never have too many beautiful things to look at.