Primrose Bank

I love primroses. When I was a child I used to go wandering quite a lot. We lived in a hamlet on the coast far from main roads. My parents were pretty busy and preoccupied a lot of the time, like a lot of parents of their generation. Looking back, I realise I was a bit lonely for some years but I managed to find peace and a sense of contentment in walking and nature. Sometimes I would wander down to the foreshore and watch butterflies. Other times I would walk along the hedges and ditches of the fields and lanes around where we lived. I have a strong visual memory of the primroses. I always loved finding banks of primroses in the spring, the particularity of their soft yellowness, and their sweet scent.
Soon after we moved here, twenty years ago, I dug up two primrose plants from a place where there were many of them and planted them at the top of a wild bank in the garden. The plants were at home there and have seeded themselves again and again.