It seems to me that blogging is about as useful a way of passing the time as tossing pebbles into the sea, so for what it's worth - and that's not a lot - here are a few pebbles.
Monday, 18 May 2015
Here in Sussex - and, for all I know, across much of the rest of England - this is the start of the cow parsley season. Parts of the wooded area at the top of Withdean Park are almost smothered by the plant with its white flowers and lacy leaves. I always think of the scent as being nutty, it's certainly not sweet, but it is an aroma I like.
I think it makes an attractive picture when silhouetted against the dying sun.