Sunday afternoon in the woodland at the end of the lane. We were hunting for wild garlic and found an ocean of it nestled in among countless bluebells. The sun wasn’t shining but as good were circles in the stream from the rain drops.
We didn’t harvest any of this garlic as the day before had acquired a hearty bunch elsewhere (leaving plenty in situ, natch). This patch was suffering some kind of blight as the leaves were yellowing and their undersides held tiny circles of orange dust. Many of the flowers were still in bud so I don’t think they were due to age. Some leaves were starting to rot, though – I’ll try to visit in a week when they’re all at it, just to take in the glorious stink!
Gastroplod 