I'm not quite ready to finish off the "Caedmon's Dream" set of posts, yet. Having spent a couple of days in bed, I was feeling in need of some fresh air, so headed out in the direction of Mottisfont. In particular, I had an appointment with these sticks, which I'd spotted passing by in the car last weekend. They have been extraordinarily carefully and elegantly arranged around the poly-cloches I photographed the other week.
The light was incredibly soft, but eminently useable for photography, so I headed over to the Abbey, which I haven't visited for a while. Mooching about in one of those corners the staff don't expect visitors to explore, I found this luxuriously gift-wrapped log:
The diffuse light and a slight breeze brought an agreeable softness to a lot of the pictures, such as this one of the famous Mottisfont Great Plane ("probably the largest plane tree in Britain"), putting out a new batch of leaves for something like the 200th time:
Then, on the way home, I pulled into a layby to photograph a rookery near Timsbury I had kept meaning to visit before the leaves get too dense to see the birds. As I stepped into the trees, I was surprised by the spectacle of a classic bluebell wood, one of the great spectacles of spring. I recall reading somewhere the observation that -- from the point of view of native flora -- spring goes first through a white, then a yellow, then a blue phase, and this certainly seems to be true, as small blue speedwells were also growing in the lawns at Mottisfont.
No "keepers", probably, from the point of view of any existing or potential projects, but a record of a pleasant afternoon.