This is the wild flower my blog is named for - Codlins & Cream, or to give it its official name, Greater Willowherb. Photographed on a recent walk (2 weeks ago) round the lanes, which I bitterly regretted before I'd even got half way as I was starting to feel decidedly off-colour. Ah well, the photographs made up for the tiredness I felt when I got home!
Had I been feeling idle, I could have cut across the fields here and joined the lane two fields away.
Looking across to Black Mountain and Pen-y-Fan beyond and hidden in the heat-haze.
One of the neighbours has several donkey brood mares and foals.
Slightly out of order as this is heading back towards our house (I stopped at the top of the hill to look back).
Above and below: these two were in a separate field and took an interest in me as I walked by.
Part of the brood mare band. These are Section D's (Welsh Cobs).
A chocolate dun mare and her foal which is currently cream, but will probably darken up quite a bit.
Isn't she gorgeous? Little sharp pony ears and a generous eye, and lots of room for a cunning pony brain!
Foaly is really quite a chunky little chap.
It was a hot and humid afternoon and I was glad to be walking DOWN the hill. However, I was thinking that the rest of the walk was flattish - I'd forgotten a couple of significant uphill stretches which had me puffing and stopping to draw breath!
St Johns Wort - I think it was the square-stemmed variety rather than perforate - and Wood Sage on a steep bank near Colomendy.
Purple Betony and the less common White variety growing on a sunny bank.
A thorough mixture of wild flowers in this old sward - Musk Mallow, Self Heal, Hawkbit, Common Centaury, Betony, Buttercups etc.
Musk Mallow growing on old grassland.
The "lump" in the middle of this photo is all that remains of a Norman motte and bailey, put here to control our river valley. Before that, I believe that there was a small Iron Age promontary fort there prior to the Normans.
It was too hazy to see the cairns on the top of the mynydd.
Having lived here for so long now, I am confess sometimes I have taken our surroundings for granted, but on a day like this was the scenery reminds me how lucky we are to live in such a lovely spot.
This yellow Toadflax reminds me of my childhood as it used to grow along the edge of our garden, on a wild plot of land which abutted it. When I was 6 and was given the Observer's Book of Wild Flowers by my dad, it was one of the first flowers I learned to identify.
On the way home, looking across the fields basking in the sunshine.