Category: David

Former sandstone quarry by the River Worfe, near the village of Rindleford outside Bridgnorth.

Nowadays, the quiet spot is accessible only by a footpath which runs between the quarry and the river.

It’s not a nettle, not dead, and the flowers are somewhat off-white. But the plant’s general shape and leaves look like a nettle. “Dead” just means it doesn’t sting – because it isn’t a nettle. And the flowers are whitish (a related type is called the red dead nettle, though the flowers look a bit purple to me).

Lesser black backed gulls lining up on the rail around West Park’s boating lake, ready to pounce from close by if anyone should start offering bread for the birds.

Azaleas, a more shade-loving group of relatives of rhododendrons, like them often planted in parks. These purple flowers were on a plant by one of the entrances to West Park.

Some of the narcissus when they were at the peak of their flowering in West Park at the start of this month.

Pair of mallards resting on the shore of West Park’s boating lake. The female was perhaps asleep, but the male was wide awake and keeping a close watch on me.

By chance, both pictures captured the birds with their nictating membranes (so-called third eyelids) protecting and moisturising their eyes while still leaving them able to see movement and potential threats.