The hedgerows are blossoming in the early spring in this part of England – lots of small jewel-like flowers peppering the banks under the hawthorn hedges that enclose the fields in this part of Shropshire. Anthony Sargeant is fortunate to live in such a gentle and calm countryside. The fields themselves are full of ewes and their young lambs still at the end of March suckling at their mothers teats as we enter April.
On a quiet summer’s evening in early July my best friend and I walked up the lane from our home as twilight approached with our ancient little dog ‘Georgie’ – a yorkshire terrier. The lanes around us have magnificent ancient hedgerows full of wild flowers including the honeysuckle, sweetly fragrant in the evening air – and then the hedgerows are punctuated by massive oak trees.
English Oak trees in the lane near our home photographed while walking the dog
The ancient hedgerows and verges are composed of a diverse range of native plants – some as sweet smelling as the Honeysuckle