There's a cuckoo calling and, not finding him, I linger amongst dropwort and fragrant orchid. If I'm still and silent, perhaps the cuckoo will appear. It's happened before, as if he's curious to know what I'm studying down in the grasses. I'd like photographs to focus on a single flower, whilst hinting at seeding grasses and an abundance of flora beyond. Dropwort is a beauty in its structure, its subtle colours and the detail of pattern. So of my morning's photographs, here are a few to enjoy.
On Saturday the light was mysterious- the cropped pastures by Barrowfield golden for a moment, then the spotlight moved on, over a field of bare earth and standing water. A light without clarity that didn't translate into photographs. Sometimes, neither word nor image captures the magic. That's the challenge. Saturday's forecast sounded oppressive but there was just enough breeze to stir the tall seeding grasses, to catch the fragrance of summer flowers. Skylark and redpoll singing.
Jan Wiltshire is a nature writer living in Cumbria. She also explores islands and coast and the wildlife experience. (See Home and My Books.)