I'm surrounded by my favourite colour at this time of year, purple heather in the Yorkshire Dales and purple clover in the fields around home.
In Yorkshire ancient pathways crisscross the land, with stone stiles built into the walls to allow humans to pass (just!) but with the livestock safely kept in the field.
It's the shooting season and the guns are out. On the moor, stone built, heather-topped butts dot the landscape. This hide, unusually, is dug into the ground and looks rather like an archaeological excavation.
We went to collect our daughter from the London train and passed this house with its wild flower meadow. It reminds me how beautiful the roadside verges used to be years ago when they were filled with wild flowers.
At home the clover fields are being harvested. The machines have flattened tracks through the flowers, providing easy walking. We are enjoying warm, still weather and in the early evenings balloons come drifting towards us from the city of Bath.