Some of the promised weekend visitors strutted their stuff among the sunseekers by the seaside on Saturday, revving in unison and exerting their peer pressure on anyone caring to watch.
Anyway, here’s a memento of our little holiday sojourn.
courtesy Mrs J, who collected them from the sand dunes and adorned our breakfast table.
7 thoughts on “A wild bunch”
Wild flowers have something that you can’t buy at a florist.
You’ve given me the idea of collecting some flowers from Watlington Hill. My Mrs J can arrange them and I’ll post the results here.
That would be a good photo comp ……the best wild flower arrangement ?
Yes, good idea! But no copying, eh? 😉
As you may remember, Janus, I am a self-confessed literalist, having fallen under the spell of the great Dennis Norden at a formative age. In that spirit, I have to say:-
Bother the flowers. Where’s the picture of Mrs J adorning the breakfast table?.
And, by the way, it self-preens me immensely to have to tell you that I just googled literalist Denis Norden and this came in at Number 8:-
Mind, it’s probably the Roslin Chapel reference which pushed it up the charts, to be fair.
JM, I can’t risk the said pictures going viral amd frightening the world-wide horses. 😊
But the literalist tendency has its appeal. ‘Giant waves down ship’s funnel.’
Interesting how many wild flowers are the same both sides of the Atlantic.
CO: many were brought to North America by European settlers. European plants often proved more aggressive than their North American counterparts and quickly took over.