Heading into the meadows past Roses heavy with rose hips flopping into the path, passing the Brambles covered in blackberries. Cut grass is strewn across the meadows drying out waiting to be bailed. After the last few days of rain, the paths are turning green again and the ground has some slight give in it not as solid as it was.
Into the hay rake quar where I immediately spot an Autumn Ladies Tresses, poking out of the short turf, the stem only reaching about 4cm tall. Though not quite flowering yet I spot more in the area that are in flower. There small white flowers starting to flower lower down the stalk and slowly opening more heading up the stem in a spiral pattern. The bright purple of a Picnic Thistle also stands out in this area as well, the low-lying spikey plant popping up across the short turf.
Heading further into Saxon field some Horseshoe Vetch is also clinging on before it eventually goes over along the edges of the path, joined with only a couple of Wild Carrots in flower. The tall stalks on Field Scabious sway gently in the strong breeze their pale purple flowers adoring the tops of the stems like pompoms.
In the Herron ground drove the Hawthorns along the path are smothered in bright red haw berries, a shore sign autumn is not far away. Oldman’s Beard creeps along the side of the path some covered in fluffy seed heads that give the plant its name. Over head the call of a Chaffinch brings my attention to the bird perched on the top of a Hawthorn, before it ducks back down into the safety of the scrub.
Out in Herron Ground large bales dots the field, one is hosting a small Skylark meeting, the three bird all perched atop the bale. As one leaves another takes its post the bale never being without a bird on it.
Heading back through the meadows one lone Gate Keeper Butterfly fly’s out in front on me on the path, struggling against this morning’s strong breeze. The light twittering of Goldfinch can just be heard over the swishing of branches, coming from somewhere within the scrub.
Before heading back to the office, a quick pitstop at rest and admire, to admire the view where a Red Admiral Butterfly flutters path down over the edge and out of sight.