Rolling in clover

I collected my new specs today (replacements for the ones the optician broke a couple of weeks ago) and didn't get back home until nearly 4 o'clock. We then decided to go for a walk up the hills behind our village, afterwards crossing the river and down to the next village before heading home. It was a lovely walk, but it means our dinner will now be late as we didn't get back until gone 7 pm.
This was a beautiful field, absolutely jam-packed full of wild flowers, and the sound of the bees buzzing was tremendous. The field belongs to a local racing stables, and is where the horses gallop in the winter months.