It’s Saturday and the sun has gone but I managed to see some wonderful drifts of colour around the village.
I set off up the railway track towards Dunmow hoping to see bluebells. There were walls of white blossom on the way and I was not disappointed even though there was a chill in the air and the threat of rain.
First though some vandalism. I am pondering what it represents; maybe Easter Island. Not sure but someone has put a lot of care into it.
But let’s see what nature has to offer.
I will try to get back for more shots in the sun but it’s a good start.
A field of dandelions. It was actually quite overwhelmingly bright and yes there is a cat in the picture.