Everywhere we went in the Cotswolds was resplendent with flowers. I captured this flower just as it was waking up for the morning as we walked through Lower Slaughter.
It really is remarkable. As we walked along the edge of a field sown with some sort of grain (what a great farmer I’d make) and as we came to the corner of the field, there was a ancient maple with wild flowers growing around its base. However, these wild flowers weren’t terribly wild. They clearly belonged in someone’s garden. Perhaps they had escaped and found their way to this little oasis amidst the sheep droppings.