Back on the Teesdale Way
after three months and whereas fauna was the highlight of the last leg (the
Dinsdale Deer) now, in flaming June, flora took centre stage with meadow
flowers - red poppies, yellow wort (possibly St John’s), little pink ones and spindly
purple orchid-like ones – chest high in places; all very pretty but also
rampant were the nettles, thistles and giant hogweed, the latter warranting
notices that helpfully warn of the dire consequences of contact but less
helpfully say nothing about the smaller versions – are they not giant (and so
harmless) or giant but not fully grown (and so still dangerous), we will never
know unless tomorrow my nettle stings are supplemented by hogweed blisters.
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