1. The gorse in glorious cadmium yellow flower toasts in the sun smelling of coconut biscuits.
2. I like to hear Nick planning how he would deploy forces if he was playing a wargame across a landscape.
2.5. We are enticed from our route by a sign that says 'Permissive Path to Shop'. It leads through a squeaky metal gate decorated with a cut-out foxglove and round the edge of a field of black bullocks. The field lush green, but the path is as studded with daisies as the Milky Way is with stars.
3. A few violets fix us with a piercing indigo gaze from the bank under the hedge.