Here is starry saxifrage, a first impression, then a leisurely study. A few flowers and clusters or rich-red seed-heads. A fortnight earlier and we’d have found more flowers. Starry saxifrage whose long rosy flower-stems and rosy rosettes of basal- leaves are fed by spring-water. The white flowers of starry saxifrage are cushioned in a saturated moss of green stars, the marsh forklet.
Here is a hymn to water, to sunlight and cool shade. After mid-day we are walking south, into the hot sun. Rough fell ewes and well-grown lambs shelter in the shadow of the barn wall, by The Tongue. When last we came here the ewes were about to give birth. Feeling the heat, we are mindful the news and the heat-dome that hangs over British Columbia, a global challenge.