Garlic woods

We went for a walk in what we think of as the Garlic Woods this morning.  It's a damp, cool, shady bridleway, partly marking the boundary between Oxfordshire and Buckinghamshire.  The garlic flowers are always late to open here, they probably need another week before it is a carpet of white stars.

We also saw for the first time this year a field of cows and calves, newly turned out onto the grass, and the first swallow swooping low across the meadow.