May in the Vale of Belvoir

May in our Vale is a magic time, so I went of on my cycle to find things to write of. Well now there's flowers everywhere and the cowslips are coming out on the lane. Ducklings are tearing about on the canal just bobbing about like oversized corks. On to Terrace Hills Woods, the ridge by Belvoir, taking the track to Stathern. Past Monkey Puzzle trees and a single Giant Redwood. I smell garlic, and ahead of me by the wet ground are star shaped flowers, white, and it's wild garlic. By a huge lime right on the edge of the slope I pass the badger setts and at the bottom the glade is just bluebells all over.

May is the time to see Geoff Donger's Site of Special Scientific Interest at Muston Meadows. Walking cross the field I see a hen pheasant and it was no more than a step away. I didn't know it was there till it fluttered off. A hare sits by the track just watching me. Maybe it's eaten all Geoff's Green-winged Orchids. Hundreds of purple flowered plants that look as if they might possibly be orchids. A swallow flies low and languid, I get browned off and go home. I decide to look them up on the Internet. Oh what a chump I must be. I never bothered to think that Green-winged Orchids are purple.