As the sun hid and much needed rain gently swelled the soil the other day we walked and took shelter among trees. We shook the water from our coats and looked up straining our eyes for some distant blue patch of sky it was only then we became aware of a carpet of white beneath us. Beautiful Wood Anemones were bobbing their heads as drops of water fell from the canopy and splashed on the flowers, setting them in some sort of perpetual dance.
Letter From Norfolk 