Cycled from Cranbourne to Garston Wood to walk through the carpets of bluebells, several orchids were in flower alongside yellow archangel, which is related to the mint family so considered a bit of a thug in the plant world, and wild garlic. A buzzard must have been nesting close to the road as it swooped over our heads a couple of times. The route took us alongside the River Crane and a pair of white egrets, a red kite hunted among a field of sheep. A sunny cloudy start to the day with buffeting gale force winds and heavy rain at dusk, the racemes on the wisteria ripped off and accumulated in piles on the ground before they’d even opened.
