Journeys take you out of yourself, out of your normal landscape and its often-heard music. Today I saw poppies, bright splashes of red to surprise the green, growing in patches on verges and here and there, oh joy, in swathes on country fields. Here and there, too, a cluster of white, elderflowers like large lace buttonholes of clotted cream and swaying wildflowers waving above the grass read more »
