Here is Ragged Robin growing in a damp ditch. It has many other country names including Cuckoo Flower, Cuckoo Gilliflower, Cuckoo Hood, Indian Pink, Marsh Gilliflower, and Wild William. In Shakespeare's time it was known as "Crow Flower" and was one of the flowers in Ophelia's garland. It is dedicated to St Barnabas, as his feast day was 11th June when hay used to be cut, and these flowers would often be found amongst the hay. Long-tongued bees love it.
You can never have too many Foxgloves - here these were putting on a show amongst wild grass and fern, with self-seeded young trees in the background.
Common Spotted Early Marsh Orchid. Apparently these Orchids can hybridize, which is something I didn't realize.
So now you know where we went - as the crow flies 5 miles - as the road winds, a little more. Allowable, when you live rurally anyway and the nearest shops and your GP's surgery are 10 miles away! Not many people about - they started arriving just as we left, and we were careful about social distancing - I had my back towards and stood well off the track if we met anyone.
This woodland path led a short way through the woods and down to a Hide to watch birds on the lake below. There wasn't a single one when we arrived.
Purple Moor Grass, gone to seed. I don't remember seeing this before, but I probably have down on Dartmoor.
There will be some more photos tomorrow. I have been distracted out in the garden once it cooled down and it's time to go down and watch the next episode of The Luminaries which, if you haven't watched already, I can heartily recommend (catch it on BBC iPlayer.) I had the book but didn't get around to reading it and I am pretty sure I gave it to the charity shop . . . Someone kick me!