Their sides hung with primroses, violets and emerging downland foliage.
A wooded backdrop perfumed first by a hint of warm primrose - then the pungent garlic ramson.
A bag filled to bring home for soup.
There is a waterproofed box at the crossing place containing notebooks going back for a few years for the walker to contribute to. I wonder who has collected the older notebooks?
I quote below from one of those entries and include a couple of my sketchbook pages.