Poppies

The field seen from our bedroom window

For the last week I have been wanting to drive out along the road towards Ditchling Beacon to take photographs in a field of oil seed rape that is now smothered in poppies.  Although the weather has been warm and even at times hot, there has not been an opportunity for me to do this when the sky has been blue.  Not that the English sky is very often the blue one associates with Spain or Greece.  Our sky blue is a much paler version, almost looking washed out.

But yesterday morning the sun was shining and the sky was blue, albeit the English washed-out sky blue, so off I set.  I was pretty happy with the results, as well - except that I got a slight touch of sun-stroke!  I can't decide which picture I like the best, so here are a handful of those I took.

I thought the blaze of poppies in front of the Chattri particularly apt as the Chattri is the spot where were lit the funeral pyres of Indian soldiers who died in Brighton of wounds sustained in the trenches of Flanders 98 years ago.