poppy

Another scorcher of a day! I spent part of it relaxing under a tree in the garden finishing my book The Horse Boy, in which a father took his five year autistic son on a long journey on horseback to Mongolia to be healed. He was not cured but was healed of all the truly dysfunctional behaviour.
It was still t-shirt weather this evening on my bicycle with a gentle warm wind, just perfect for riding.
This poppy was high up on a hedgerow, and I was impressed with its deeper than usual red colour, although it doesn't really show up on this blip..