The small flock of redwings flew off in fright from the trees towering over the muddy footpath, but the chiff-chaff sang heartily from a willow branch. A brimstone butterfly shot by. The field edges were be-speckled with primrose flowers, scattered liberally like jewels in the grass.
One special treat was a single clump of false-oxlips - there were no cowslips flowering within sight and this bunch were quite a way from the the primroses, standing out proud over the close cropped grass - wonderful!
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