A friend and keen walker told me that there were bluebells still out in two choice spots that I knew of from a previous walk, so in spite of lower temperatures and a fairly stiff breeze, a walk up the hill seemed to be in order, starting a few minutes walk from my house. The wild flowers are lovely at this time of year, splashes of bright colour against the rich green of hedges and hillside. The view of the canalized section of Afon Leri, about which I have written here, was particularly good, a long straight slice across Cors Fochno. Cors Fochno is a Special Area of Conservation and one of the largest remaining examples of a raised peat bog in Britain, which started to form from c.5500BC. Bardsey island was visible, lying to the west of the Llyn Peninsula, both of them visible as subtle blue silhouettes. The sea looked striated, with layer upon layer of colour. I heard my first cuckoo of the year, a soft, musical sound in the valley below. I’ll fill the gaps in the plant identifications below when I am reunited with my excellent wildflower books next week, and I’ll add the latin names at the same time.
Bluebells in an oak wood