The amateur photographer in me was awoken by this sight as I drove past at the weekend. Yesterday I took my camera to it and spent a lovely few minutes snapping away pretending I knew what I was doing. Isn't it a lovely sight? I can't remember this particular field ever being poppy strewn, but I'm told that the seeds lie dormant for up to twenty years, so as soon as the farmer decided against using this field for a crop, bam!, here are the poppies. So I invite you to walk with me, ponder, enjoy the wonderful sunshine and revel in the extraordinary colours of land and sky. I don't walk for pleasure. I need a reason. Like a shop with a Mars bar or a pub with a G&T at the end of the walk. Having said that, golf is too much of a reason. Oh I'm so contrary! But the ten minutes or so it took me to get to this field and the few minutes I spent revelling in being a photographer were lovely, and I'm very pleased with my result. And on the way home, I managed to think about some bits and pieces that remain to be caught up with, so it was a good outing. Maybe this is why people do it. Fresh air therapy, I get it. Although, to be completely honest, I didn't do a lot of walking.But I did enjoy the fresh air. And the freewheel from here to where I have to cross the road to get home was a blast!