It was a hot day and we had driven a long way before we arrived at the Postbridge car park. We did not have time to walk far and there was still a distance to drive but these things were forgotten as we opened the gate and stepped onto the moor. The first sight of golden gorse banked up against blue sky was enough to clear our minds and we set off up the hill.
I love gorse, or whin as it was called where I grew up, with its smell of coconut. On Easter Mondays we used to boil eggs in water filled with gorse blooms which turned the eggs a wonderful shade of yellow.
ReplyDeleteI have never noticed the smell even though I have grown up with gorse. I am going to sniff some as soon as I get the chance.
DeleteThis was the first year that I noticed it and it is unmistakeable even from a distance.
DeleteHow lovely! And the air looks wonderful for deep breathing.
ReplyDeleteSo fresh and clean - apart from the boggy bits.
Deleteah, as my lovely Nanna would say, that's a tonic.
ReplyDeleteI have discovered that yellow blitzes away the September glums.
DeleteBea-u-ti-ful.
ReplyDeleteThank you! *bows low*
DeleteIt is stunning this year, and the heather too. We stopped and had to breath it all in the other day too.
ReplyDeleteThe gorse does seem to be extra yellow this year - the golden lining to all those rain clouds.
DeleteLove the colour and smell (vanilla or coconut - it varies I find) of gorgeous gorse.
ReplyDeleteHow do you get to know so much about the smell of gorse? I am seriously impressed!
DeleteI love to smell Gorse; the Scottish variety smells slightly different from the Welsh. But they all cheer one up by being so brightly yellow.
ReplyDeleteGood grief - I must be walking around in an olfactory desert. How do I not know these things?
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