The appropriately bountiful Furze, ablaze and swarming along the beck banks, filled this warm, late May’s morning air with the aroma of sweetened coconut. But of course, more accurately I suppose, the gorgeous scent of the gloriously gaudy Gorse flower.

Alive with busy Bees and tiny flies, the latter a welcome treat (or staple foodstuff at this time for nestling youngsters, apt for this shrub, being the Celtic symbol for fertility… and love ) for the abundant Linnets present.

Such pleasing flittering Cinnamon birds, touched with warming Crimson highlights as if only in artistic afterthought. These melodious talented songsters, along with the similarly attracted, equally attractive, and compellingly active Meadows Pipits, provided an uplifting sound track completing this pleasant scene, the Gorse the star today, a fulsome experience of course!

Ian H.



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