YEAR OF THE BUTTERCUP

...and of the bush vetch, the bird's food trefoil, the comfrey, the pink hawthorn...

Busy old day and nothing in the can at the end of it but this poor shot of a buttercup filled field. I do like the drunken fence post and the dip and slide of the landscape though.

To UWS by bike for a meeting re research and training (12 miles) . It was humid and I am not used these days to meetings that last 4 hours, so I was like a wet rag when I got home, but after I lay down in a cool room and the Professor brought me a cup of tea I managed some gentle pottering in the garden.