Clustering in bunches on the bushes, the berries on purple beautyberries live up to their name. These in West Park, between the floral display area and the lake.
Merridale Grove, a narrow and quiet street, so small I must have passed it hundreds of times over they years without even noticing it’s there and, it turned out, closed off with a gate at the Finchfield Road end.
Underneath a roadside hedge mainly formed of leylandii, a collared earthstar.
Towards the end of last month, a series of nights with heavy rain left West Park with extensive puddles. Some of the Canada geese headed straight to wade in the water, stooping down to drink the water, or perhaps to sift the mud for something edible.