David

Meadowsweet flowers, green while still buds, a froth of white once they have opened.

A comma butterfly using its long proboscis to geed on the flowers of a bramble and a dog rose on the Barley Field.

By Mops Farm Bridge there’s an unofficial connection between the canal towpath below and a bridleway which crosses over. One of the trees there has lost several patches of bark, showing these low ridges in the wood of the trunk underneath.

A bog fly, a hoverfly of the genus Parhelophilus. I presume from the name that they prefer marshy areas. This one was takinga break resting on one of the bulrush leaves on the Compton Park pond.

The ox-eye daisies in the wetland area by the Compton Park pond, making an impression where they were massing together.

From one of the islands on West Park lake, a willow overhangs the water.

Swimming on that water, a greylag goose, ready for a change from the grass which is a staple item in its diet.

The goose stretched its neck up as far as it would go, stripped a couple of leaves from the tree, and ate them. It seemed to like the flavour, as it was still repeating the process when I left.