take a walk on the wild side, with our resident blogger
God, I love September.
Hawthorn berries, rosehips and honeysuckle
The dogs and I are over Bramshill, listening to the ducks telling each other off on the carp ponds. I’m sat on the stile, and I can smell great wafts of wild honeysuckle and sweet grass. I’m eating sun-warmed elderberries, pips and all, and watching a small brown bird inspect the rash of berries on the hawthorn bushes.
It’s almost six in the evening, golden time, and I’ve abandoned the washing up from the children’s tea to run away, up the hill.
As I watch, a fat Bumble Bee arrives to harvest the honeysuckle, and I creep up to take a photograph. Pants comes to see what I’m doing, then barks hysterically at the bee.
I laugh and the bee retracts and reverses, louder than ever. Pants jumps away, then sits down as if in great trouble. The bee visits another flower…
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