I’m not a big fan of big yellow daffodils, but I have a soft spot for pheasant eye narcissus especially their perfume.
When I was a child I my mum would buy me a Thorntons Easter egg it always had a white sugar flower on it, just like these, at least I think it did.
Tom was telling me how I used to hang his Easter egg in a carrier bag on the washing line, telling him that the Easter bunny had left it there, I can not for the life of me, ever remember doing this. But then he went on to describe in detail where it was and where the line ran too and from, it doesn’t hang there anymore, it hasn’t since he was preschool, so I reckon his memory is better than mine.
It has been a glorious day, I ventured out first thing in search of hills emerging from the mist (and I’ve photos to follow) now I’m sure if you live in a town or a city you would have thought it quite exquisite in the Hope Valley area of Derbyshire this morning, but it was too busy for my liking, I don’t like to share!
I could hear bird song and church bells, rising out of the mist, from the village of Castleton, But I could also hear, something else;