Regular readers will know both that I love Gorse (Furze) flowers and the Cornish saying that Kissing is only out of fashion “When the furze is out of bloom;” that is to say, never!
Turning one corner on our walk we smelled a delicious perfume, not the gorse which does smell of honey, but we think, the bank of pink flowers we passed. I don’t know what they are but hope Jude may be able to help.
The walk along the Flat Lode Trail was very muddy and the bigger puddles reflected the scudding clouds very clearly.