Harebell

The harebells are such a feature of summer, their blue flowers peppering low, dry grassland whether on limestone soils or those over more acidic rocks. The fellas didn't make it up this morning to join Gus and me as we set off up the Knott, but they were still early for breakfast.

Tonight there has been a major jam making exercise, as the blackcurrants were laboriously prepared. Then it was time for a walk along the estuary with Gus, and time was running out.

Tomorrow I'm taking a day off to spend with the fellas, there will be an expedition to Foulshaw to see the ospreys, then in the afternoon a foray into the Lake District (destination to be decided). In the meantime the moth trap is out for the first time this year in Arnside, it could be a good moth night.

Again, with entertaining the fellas, there is no time for commenting, so I'm leaving my comments off tonight.