At the moment, the roadsides where I live are crowded with flowers.
Whether it’s a single wildflower that creates a drift of colour…
…or self-seeded domesticated plants creating a pretty jumble, personally I think that right now my local verges are as beautiful as any garden.
Sometimes there’s a totally unexpected surprise, like this powder blue flax,
…or a flower that’s determined to rusticate itself like this clematis that’s scrambled up a telegraph pole.
Perhaps I should create a guide to the loveliest verges in East Anglia.
Whilst I was photographing these dog daisies someone walked over to me and whispered about the holy grail of roadside flowers…
…one of Britain’s rarest and most exquisite, a bee orchid, just a mile from my house.