We have a bit of rough grass running down from the workshop to the wood, its about half an acre and we do nothing to it bar strim the broom a bit. It is a great habitat for voles and we are rewarded by evenings watching swooping barn owls.
At this time of year though it turns into a glorious meadow full of pignut, buttercups and speedwell with a soft pink wash of sorrel seedheads.
On Friday afternoon, having worked hard at those weddings I bunked off for an hour, lay on my back in the long grass, kicked off my shoes and watched some of these drift overhead.
I am so glad that I took the time to appreciate the moment - for now we are back to grey skies and a chill in the air. In Scotland this year you need to grab the sunshine when you can. Perhaps a lesson for life!