Olympimania is everywhere; this morning I met these girls going for gold in nature's heptathlon. Leading the field as they approached the home run they were oblivious as I nestled in the bushes to capture their moment. Enthusiasm for our national obsession was not shared by the rest of the flock who found the long grass infinitely more pleasurable.
A statuesque thistle stood referee at the end of the track. Royal purple plumes interspersed with fluffy seed-heads looked magnificent, brimming with pride, as the thistle stood to attention for its moment in the spotlight. 'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder'; on this occasion I find it difficult to classify this plant as a weed!
