On our visit to Northumberland last weekend, we took a circuitous route to the beach as the beach road was blocked due to an ongoing triathlon.
I am so glad the road was blocked because it made us walk around a place we would otherwise have missed. As is often the case, opportune occurrences are the work of serendipity. We turned a corner and were met with an enormous field-bank, covered in all of the wonderous creations of midsummer: spotted orchids, cinquefoils, silverleaf, trefoils, clover, wildflowers which I had forgotten, or had simply not been around to remember. This is the wild Northumberland that I remember with such fondness.
Just look at the plethora of flora – blossoming, spreading, seeding, blooming – in harmony. How many people would walk past this and not notice?
I saw things that made me long for the place again – I remembered seeing my first common spotted orchid and squealing with delight at something so wonderful growing practically in our own back garden.
We saw hundreds – more than was possible to count, for they were in every direction you cast your eyes – of Burnet moths whose bright crimson and black wings made them look to all intents and purposes like foreign intruders. They were so plentiful that it made photographing them easy.
Everywhere I looked, without fail, I saw life and beauty and abundance, whose bounds were unbridled and untamed.
Needless to say, it was magical.