The yellow stars of bog asphodel flowers are soon over, but the fruit-bodies are as lovely and they last far longer. Fragile and bone-grey, a scatter of last summer's plants still shows as a skeletal presence. Back- lit the newest seed-heads glow in the sun. Delving the flora of blanket bog, I can infer what is to come, what I might discover. I love the transitions of colour, of the season. Cross-leaved heath is the erica of boggy hollows and its flowers fade to gold. In mid-August the first flowers of devil's bit scabious appear. And the long blades of common cotton grass take on a deep wine- red.
Jan Wiltshire is a nature writer living in Cumbria. She also explores islands and coast and the wildlife experience. (See Home and My Books.)