We caught the last of the sun visiting Ingra Tor on Dartmoor this afternoon, and I saw this fabulous hawthorn lurching over an old cornditch. The lighting was stunning and to top it, a skylark was singing in the upper branches.
Feeling warm and fuzzy.
Look, I've even succumbed to colour:
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