Singing

Morning dog walk. I feel privileged to have had an hour wandering in this beautiful place before the start of my working day.

There are now lots of butterflies feeding off the oxeye daisies and thistles. Bees merrily buzz in the clouds of yellow bird's-foot trefoil and clover flowers.  Brazen skylarks land on the grass, daring Merlin to chase them before they dart up high into the sky, singing at the joy of it all as they go.