You are supposed to be able to find strawberries still growing in the wood, left behind by the old market gardeners, and today I found some!
They aren't fruiting yet, but the flowers are way too large for wild strawberries. I will come back in a few weeks and try the fruits. If they are good, maybe I can take a runner or two, later in the season to plant in my own garden.
Up on top of the hill, they (? I know not who? The Duchy of Cornwall, perhaps? They own the land. Or some conservation group?) have cleared some of the volunteer woodland to make a nature reserve for butterflies, with patches of bluebells in the grass. Probably if I had read the notice about butterflies more carefully, I would know who has done all this hard work to make it look all so beautifully untouched.
I didn't see any fritillaries, but there were yellow brimstone butterflies flitting about among the bluebells.
I liked this fern, poised in a sunbeam and reaching up its leaves: 'I'm a STAR!' it says...
The dogs ran about madly after squirrels. Then they came back, very pleased with themselves.
On the way back, there were many shining green and blue damselflies. I was photographing the three sitting on the leaf, and only later noticed the one coming into land...
I had flung down the leads with an excited cry of 'Damselflies!' and wandered away with the camera Although the hounds have not ever been trained to respond to such a command, they clearly got the idea. I was so pleased when I turned around and saw them waiting patiently.
And on the way home, random pretty gate with bluebells, white stitchwort and pink campions.