The woods at Attingham Park, a National Trust property near Shrewsbury, were carpeted in snowdrops.
I’ve never seen so many all together and am thinking of other words to describe their numbers – blanketed, strewn, smothered, ankle-deep, profuse – those will do for starters.
I’m also speculating on how many there were – where was the millionth, billionth, trillionth snowdrop, for instance?
On a warm sunny day – too warm really for February – they were a delight to behold.
The other sight to delight was a yellow Brimstone butterfly, showing it’s bright primrose wings off in the sunshine.