
I thought the Harebells might be in flower on the Purbeck Hills, and indeed, they are. But it was wild and windy up on the hilltop, an unsuitable day for photographing delicate trembling Harebells and bumblebees clinging grimly on to madly-waving Scabious flowers. So I took some blurry pictures of windblown grass, and of young rooks playing tumbling aerobatic games where the wind funnels through the gap in the hills.
( Blurry things... )