Tonight was a perfect summer evening: warm, sunny and almost still. After tea, I went for a walk in the nearby fields, concentrating on the uncultivated patches at the edge of the wheat. These are home to a big variety of plants: docks, thistles, grasses, clover, foxgloves, and many others.
As the sun went down over the hill in a blaze of gold, I could hear birdsong and tractors cutting silage on the other side of the valley - a distant gentle roar; smell the perfume of elderflowers and honeysuckle hanging heavy in the air; and watch the backlight transform ordinary weeds into little gems.
Meadow thistle
Yorkshire fog
Narrow-leaf dock
Then home for a cup of tea - the perfect end to a busy day.
