A host of golden ....

.... daffodils.
A truly shite day - deep greys, damp and windy. I scooted out for the papers then went in search of a bit of dereliction. I didn't linger for a) it was mizzling and b) this old place has a definite air! It's meant to be one of the oldest houses on the peninsula and was bought a few years ago, posh new walls constructed around it but nothing done to the building apart from a tarpaulin being slung over it, which has now blown off. Rumour has it it's haunted as well! The daffodils pop up abundantly every year although ignored. They're the remnants of the days when there was a collective here which grew very early daffs and very early potatoes. At this time of year you suddenly come across fields full of daffs, unpicked but colourful.
Thanks to TMLHereAndThere  for doing the Derelict honours.