We’ve been up to the common grazings a lot recently – whether just for a walk about in the sunshine, or to gather up some goodness of the land. Most recently, that was pony poo – for the compost heap.
It’s been interesting to see that, where the land was blackened and bare from an illegal muir-burn fire, the wild plants begin to rise up through the ashes. Just ahead of the ubiquitous bracken are native bluebells. (Even here, though, some appear to be hybridized with spanish bluebells.)