Wolves Wild

Thistles. The flowers were still buds, still almost closed. But a touch of the purple they would show when opened was already visible.

A little frog, half-hidden by the grass it was making its way through.

The orange globe tree (Buddleja globosa). This one grows wild at the back of Compton Lock, producing its balls of insect-attracting flowers every summer.

Blue alkanet flowers are tiny, but this bumble bee seemed like it was trying to submerge itself in the flower to get at the riches buries in it.

Sloes, just starting to ripen, and changing colour to mark this process. These were on one of the bushes in the blackthorn hedge on the Barley Field.

Two herons standing on the same fallen willow on one of the West Park islands, preening. They may have only been yards apart, and with nothing to block their views of the other. But, as seems to happen often with herons, they were carefully looking in directions where they could ignorge one another.