Still confined to places reached by foot… yet the sun is bringing out the flowers and the bees…
A tiny, tiny flower, often lost to sight by bigger flowers overhanging
Meadow Brown butterfly where it ought to be… in a meadow
I don’t usually take photos of garden escapees… this one was divine
The blackberry brambles now are full of bloom, and noisy as these little boney-beasts dive in
The foxgloves have grown so tall since my last visit two weeks ago
Not a flower left unvisited, bees burying their heads in every bloom
And home again.
Breydon means Wide Plain or Wide Valley. That very pale grey line in the far distance (not the green) represents the old shoreline when this was the Great Estuary. Behind me is another mile or so of marsh which also was the old estuary. Everything changes with time.