the red sea

There is a different treat of intense colour every time I step into the country at the moment.

On a Sunday walk it was the deep purple lavender at Peninsula Square.

On my Monday morning bike ride my eyes were popping at a field of bright pink flowers on Sparsholt Lane.

On my Tuesday evening run it was the golden barley swaying in the fields by Somborne.

Then this morning on my run, I was greeted by this mass of red poppies in the field by Wellhouse Lane.

What next?