A foggy wet morning hangs over the park this morning as I head down long meadow path. Heading first across the car park lots of Oxeye Daises can be seen along the verge, slightly drooping with the weight of the rainwater. Branches sag low over the path with the wait of the rainwater. Dog Wood is smothered in white clusters of small flowers. Hawthorn blossom has gone over, and in its place, small green berries are starting to develop.
It’s the meadow tall Buttercups sway in the breeze while Red Clover pops up every now and then in the shorter grass.
Along the woodchip path I’m surprised to have a Small White Butterfly flutters past, today not being a particular butterfly friendly day. The long slender stems of Cow Parsley dot the edges of the path, the large white clusters of small flowers adorn the top of the stems. Furthers along Three-Cornered Leeks seem to have collapsed under the weight of the water, trumpet like flowers still fully in bloom. The stems of the plant flat to the ground.
Coming back up the coast path Ivy clambers its way over the walls, further up Woody Nightshade slumps over the park covered in purple flowers. Over head two Robins appear on the branches of a Hazel filling the air with there song.
Along the top of the light house field a patch of Cross Wort carpets the small area is occupies, the lime green leaves making it easy to spot. A Honey Suckle clambers up the branches of a Blackthorn, the pale-yellow trumpet like flowers of full show. From the light house only the top mile marker is visible through the fog.
A Pheasant calls from somewhere within the fog, as Swallows emerge through the fog to swoop low over the meadow.