Yesterday I went to the bluebell woods.
No stitchwort or red campion to be seen yet, though there were carpets of celandines and wood anemones as well as the bluebells. And further on -
There is a "Discovery Trail" through here. A large notice tells the visitor that only a small part of the wood, which was given to the University in 1836 by the Bishop, has ever been in private ownership since the 12th century; and goes on to say how remarkable it is to have such an asset within a mile of the City centre.
It was a glorious morning. It was good to be alive and among these friends.
I even found some wool-bearing friends, Jacob sheep that belong to a Guild member. This ewe has twins.
And let's not forget the socks. Terribly un-subversive ones, these, but just the ticket for the nippy wind today. And yes, although knitted from the same ball of wool, they seem to be slightly different colours, but not quite as markedly as in the picture.
(Fancied a bit of a change in the Bag's appearance. Everything changes, remember.)