Wild garlic

Drawn by the pungent aroma  of wild garlic this morning I made my way down to the fringes of this windey stream. I quickly cracked a couple off shots off in between rain drops and just then I heard the call of a cuckoo, 'amazing' ! I thought to myself it's not very often I hear a cuckoo. And I then I thought to myself 'How the heck can I photograph that'?

I decided the best thing to do was to come back when the weather was a little better and the lighting a bit more suitable for photography.

And then a wood pecker started drumming on a tree as if to remind me to come back...