|a drawing of a violet in sepia ink|
|Lords and Lady|
I saw a ladybird sitting in the warm sunshine on a green leaf and in the distance we could see such a tiny little lamb playing by the hedgerow. A worried mother watched as we walked nearby and then this beautiful lamb made her way back to her mother and bigger sister.
We passed the old slate stile and through the fields with the deep holes and the hills of waste slate, this land shaped from the days when the quarry was in this area. It is now overground with grass and trees and plants as nature has taken over. We found a beautiful cluster of violets and ferns growing in a crack in a stone slab.
|an old stone stile once used along the footpaths through the fields|
|ferns and violets growing on the stone|
The hills are a high vantage point, views of the shore and the estuary can be seen from the slate "rubbish hills".
|walking on top of the old slate hills and the estuary behind.|
|views of the seashore|
Our walk took us through the lanes and we saw lots of different wild flowers all growing along side the road in the verges, bankings and hedgerows. We left the road and followed the little track to the wood to see the bluebells and marsh marigolds growing there. The strong scent of the white onion plant, or wild garlic, was everywhere. I have visited this wood in the village since I was a little girl. I remember gathering the bluebells and getting stuck in the deep mud as I once tried to pick the marsh marigold from the wet boggy area.
|Some of the flowers in the wood, I wish you could smell the bluebells and the wild garlic.|
|a primrose in pencil|
|studies of a violet|
|a little cup of a primroses and violets.|
And I will leave you with our lovely English bluebells. Hope you enjoyed the walk.
Thank you for your lovely comments..............Millyx