The dogs and I had another delightful early morning walk, starting with a wander through the outer gardens of Colonsay House, with the sound of the cuckoo echoing through the woodlands.
Some distance from the track, with their feet planted amongst a green sea of wild garlic and amidst a plantation of conifers, I spied what I assume to be old Victorian posts for the washing lines, where the drying green for the big house must have been.
This is the bark of a beech tree. There must be something in the air here which affects the colouration of tree bark. I noticed the same red colouration on some sycamores the day before yesterday.
Some early bluebells. Spring is coming, but slowly. All good things come to those who wait though!!
I stood here and listened to the cuckoo, not far away, and the grating call of the elusive corncrake, amongst the cacophony of early morning birdsong. Bliss.
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bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
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live alone in the bee-loud glade.
Gorgeous photos! I did have a giggle! I read it as Cuckoos and Cornflakes!
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That's a bit like me and shopfitters. I always read it as shoplifters! xx
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