The night skies were barely tickled by rain leaving the morning thick and heavy with humidity under a blanket of cracked cloud. Scents and sounds stick in the still air.
The verge in front of the tree of seasons meadow is definitely at peak thicket. This is the standard view if I don’t find the gaps and stand on my toes…
It’s also all so green, peak midsummer verdant. Only the rowan berries and the odd tuft of ragwort adds a splash of colour.