Is it just me or are the wild flowers particularly beautiful this year?
Looking from my window here I can see the field opposite bathed in early morning light like a green, shallow sea with its own archipeligo of islands each made up of intensely coloured buttercups.
And the fields near where I grew up in Surrey were even more remarkable, oceans of bright yellow with cattle and horses wading through them feasting on sunshine.
And its not just the buttercups, we have had wonderful displays of bluebells too and I came upon a wood on the Moor by pure chance whose floor was just the deepest blue and it brought back a memory of leaving a bunch of bluebells tied to the entrance of a wood to mark where my first date was going to be. I was, at most eleven years old, and I can remember planning with a friend a ranking of what you might possibly get up to with a girl on a date and can you guess what was at the very top, our equivalent of going 'all the way'?
Taking her to the cinema!
Our naivete didn't prevent us from lots of kissing, we called it snogging, and leaving our own crop circles while we rolled in the hay together.
