Last week the temperature soared to 29 degrees. On the outskirts of Edinburgh the motorway almost melted and the air pulsed with heat.
The scents were heavy in the air. The smell of honey. A heavy, hot, calming scent.
The scent of oil seed rape.
Fields, upon fields, upon fields of it.
Yellow, bright, sunshine on the ground.
I know many people are alergic to this plant and loath the very thought of it, but I love it. There is sheer joy in this massed amount of yellow flowers. These blocks of colours like a child’s paint box.
And there hidden in amid the seering yellow, one little burst of red.
A cheery poppy, standing alone and strong. Just how ‘look at me’ is that!
Nature in sheer abundance.
This makes the grind of the drive across country a joy in moments here and there.