The May bank holiday meant a chance to get out into the countryside, run around like fools in the fresh air, go on walks, get some exercise. We made the most of it, and luckily the weather was kind – I’d even go as far as to say perfect. All the recent rain coupled with the even more recent sun has seen many wildflowers at their best. Through train windows we glimpsed the improbable violet blue mist of bluebells on woodland floors, and on one journey saw (and smelt!) woodlands with a snowy carpet of wild garlic, a beautiful if unusually scented flower. I spent plenty of time in the woodlands and meadows of Hampshire, belly down with my camera pointing at some choice beauty. The photo above was taken in short, sun dappled grass and has, as far as I can count, eight if not nine native species in flower, from the familiar, cheerful Primrose to the somewhat alien looking Lords and Ladies. I won’t write a list of what species I can see; I think this picture is more about the overall effect. Anyway, if you are in southern England right now, you could do worse things than go looking for wildflowers, especially with the newly glorious weather. In fact – do it wherever you happen to be! You don’t have to know what they are to enjoy them.