The field has suddenly bloomed, just in the last week. There are now swathes of bright yellow buttercups, occasional glimpses of the delicate rose-pink red campion, scores of fluffy dandelion clocks, their heads erect on straight stems, great white drifts of cow parsley and the beginnings of a myriad of meadow grasses. They will be joined over the next few weeks by cowsfoot trefoil, scarlet pimpernel, self-heal, lady’s bedstraw, rib wort, knapweed, oxeye daisies and hopefully wild orchids too; the most thrilling recent newcomer! The fields and hedgerows at this time of year are truly spectacular.
With the glorious summer weather continuing, Father of the Tribe and I decide to throw a Midsummer’s dinner using local Hampshire fare. The day is quite perfect and after a morning watching the Tribe
play tennis and an afternoon rushing around cutting grass, hanging bunting, finding candles, setting tables and taking drinks and glasses to the top of the field, we are pretty much ready. Continue reading A Hampshire Dinner on Midsummer’s Eve