At least the cold north wind was with us on the way home yesterday morning. It hadn’t become any warmer while we were cycling (as Chris had predicted – when I asked if he thought I should wear a jumper over my thin summer top) and when the sun hid behind the clouds it was even colder.

We were coming up the coastal bridle path, past The Langstone Cliff Hotel, when the sun appeared briefly and drew our  attention to the opposite field; it was a veritable sea of daisies sparkling white in the sunshine! I was already off my bike (it’s rather steep there) so I parked it against the fence and checked to see if the gate was locked. I turned to Chris for his approval.

“Don’t be long,” he said shivering in his polo shirt and shorts.

I was a little longer than expected. I had to take some photographs for my blog and, well, there were so many of them… and who would begrudge me a few daisies? Chris was a bit frosty but he thawed out once he saw how pretty they looked at home.

They are still alive and beautiful, like of bursts of sunshine on a cold day.