A froth of cow parsley, bluebells and buttercups, tufted vetch and may blossomĀ hanging thickly on branches of hawthorn and wild, purple rhododendrons lining the lane, heady with perfume. Birdsong filling the air with their songs. Well groomed horses to pass the time of day with and lambs still young enough to frolic in the fields of lush green grass.
Up a cobbled farm driveway to an honesty box with freshly laid hens and duck eggs for sale. A drink and a biscuit from a high point overlooking the valley and beyond and feeling the peace and May's wondrous beauty.
Neville Hunt 11 months ago
Wonderful! Makes one glad to be alive!
Christopher 11 months ago
Very descriptive. Nice one.
Jamie Clapperton 11 months ago
Enjoying this a second time. Love this kind of drabble, Brian that really takes you there.