A favourite place …
I think we all have favourite places and one
of mine is a rather magical location where the aromatic fragrance of wild marjoram
stimulates the summer senses. Early season heralds the awakening of exotic
orchids and delicate scented cowslips. Harebells gently chime in the wind like
tiny elven bonnets. It is a place that always gives and only asks for respect in
return to ensure its rich harvest continues into the following season. It is a
place that is never silent, even on the quietest of days, as it resonates to
the gentle harmony of countless hoverflies, grasshoppers and bees -
even the flowers sing, as their dry, ripe and swollen seedpods rattle under
every footstep. It is a place where beauty glides upon the breeze and sapphires
dance. It is a place that is alive with living gems …













