It's inexorable. The progrssion of nature from primrose on has now moved to immaculate butterfly orchids, ripe, delicious blaeberries and flavourful tiny wild raspberries. Clouds of young birds are calling and twittering, grouse poults flutter and take flight on unsteady wings. It's all rather wonderful.
Bad day for the finger and toes today. Not pleasant.
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