Welsh poppy

Meconopsis cambrica.  Every year I seem to blip these poppies. They are growing in the dampest darkest part of the garden under the front stone wall and overshadowed by a shrub.  They always make a dramatic photograph without fail.

Another brilliant and sunny day.  T and a couple of others were laying hardcore along a track across the farm. There is only a short way to go until it is completed.  This will make it so much easier not having to drive down the lanes to get to the other side of the farm with machinery.