A drift of Oxeye Daisies

I've felt very dejected and miserable today. I had to make myself go out with Basil later in the afternoon. Riding on Cecily with Baz trotting dutifully alongside we reached the motorway bridge at Junction 23.  I don't know if it's been the same for other people but the roadsides here have been flooded with wonderful oxeye daisies. I know it's not the best photo. But as I said, I was feeling dejected.