On May Day we went for a long country walk, through the forest, over the stream, up the hill, round and back.
It had rained in the morning and everything was still wet. The forest had a rich, earthy smell and all around were glimpses of tiny flowers.
This is truly a place for fairytales and dreaming. All you can hear are the trees rustling, the birds chirping, the water flowing over the rocks, I can't quite believe we've found such a magical place to live.
Halfway up the hill we were rewarded with a splash of my favourite colour against the moody skies...
I'm taking a stab that this is a wild rose? whatever is it though, I absolutely adore it!
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