We are in the middle of a new burst of blooming along the Sustrans 64 cycle path. The cowslips have faded away, to be replaced by groundsel and ragwort. Buttercups are putting on a show, and there are what I guess are marigolds out too.
My favourite flower I saw today however, was a very spooky looking pink flower, with these strange almost alien looking petals, arthritic and creaky looking efflouresences, the hands of botanical Nosferatu. I hope someone can identify them for me.
Further down the cycle path is the railway line section, where the Flying Scotsman thunders along one side of you, while on the other, a strange brown field wasteland on the site of a demolished telecoms business is now rampant with ox-eye daisies. There they sit in clumps, their fried egg flowers proving irresistible to insect life.
Virtually every one had some sort of bug sat on it...ladybirds, flies, and most numerously these twitchy antennad little beetles, or perhaps weevils, pale green-brown in colour, and loving the gold sun centres of the flowers.
Lucky bugs! It's like living on your own luxury island!
|Still some flowering trees about|
|Pollen flecked honey bee|
|Now what's this hiding on the cycle track bank, the old railway line cut|
|Groundsel and ragwort. Or ragwort and groundsel|
|Now this is the beautiful spooky pink flower/ Would love to know what it is.|
|Marigold? Or just big buttercups?|
|Railway line, and daisy land|
|Fly on ox-eye daisy|
|One on those litle antenna bugs|
|On the railway station wall|