We have two dogs who really don’t care about lock down, or lock up, or lock sideways…  As long as they get their walk. So up at 5.30 and out. It has awakened us to the lanes down which we walk, alone, with two dogs. We have time and the isolation to stop and stare.

Here in North Yorkshire we have had strong winds and rain, so today was the wheat field still upright? It was, and the distant poppies still in place, under a sky which loomed low, but with the usual clarity here, on the east.

As June becomes July, the wild flowers mingle with the grasses, which have been left to grow as more and more verges are given over to nature, and the bees. Of course, the campions are out in full strength.

Field scabious made it this year which was a huge pleasure, in amongst the grasses.

On we walked. And there, was the fixture, a den. Who didn’t create a den when ‘we were young’.  To make daisy chains, to read, talk as we grew older until we had no need… We had discovered there was a world outside ours

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Nearby the lavatera was growing well, and beyond the hedge, an oat field full of poppies.

And the dogs?

The grown up? Ready for lunch at 9.00 and bed at 6.00. Chance would be a fine thing.