A spring week in Normandy - a first for me, having always been in high summer. Apple blossom and flower-rich pasture in abundance. An ever present cuckoo, living up to the oldest English song, heralding summer. A dawn chorus of epic proportions. Miles of spotted orchids clustered in the hedgerow banks all around; maybe less pesticide use, maybe just less intensive use of land?
And on the bookshelves of our gite, this old friend.
That is a great book - every gite should have one, I've heard that it's just been relaunched in China. Normandy looks beautiful.
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