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Name:VintagePretty
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An avid tea-drinker who likes nutmeg in her coffee and warm lavender-scented quilts. She knits, crochets and partakes in random acts of craftiness (and kindness). She likes obscure works of literature, philosophy and the idea that her mind exists separately from her body. She enjoys moving furniture around, literary criticism and baking bread. She writes haiku about nettles, would like to swim with seals and become completely self-sufficient. She writes as if her life depends on it, listens to beautiful music, and loves her darling husband Mr. VP.

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Sunday 3 July 2011

..and loves rekindled

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.

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