Wild garlic

Travelling back to my partner's home town we walk down a little lane to the church where her father and grandparents are buried.

An even narrower track leads off to an ancient well, believed to date back to Saxon times and recently restored (in 1902). It's somewhere she used to walk as a child with her gran who lived just up the lane, just as we're now bringing our son.

All along the side of the track was a bank of wild garlic, not yet in flower, but vibrant green in the light filtering through the trees above.

Bending to catch a possible blip along the bank, I take a quick single snap before catching them up.

And now at the end of the day looking at the pic, I love the green sweep of the leaves.

But what makes this the blip of the day for me?

Look carefully and in the very top left corner of the shot, I spot - unplanned and unintended - the tiny figure of our son heading down the lane.

I'm not a believer in anything other than pure happenstance. But it's a lovely chance gem to have captured his image in this special place.