Summer Solstice, a pleasant warm day and I am in search of meadows. On the way up the East Drive I come on a swathe of foxgloves. Last month I was looking for oak saplings in this area (which was felled after the damage wreaked by Sorm Arwen); today I am treated to a naturalContinue reading “The march of history”
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