Pyrtle Spring is a special place where my great-great-grandparents used to meet before they were married. They took a cutting of a wild rose from the spring and planted it in their garden. Cuttings have been passed down through the family since then and 138 years later one made its way to my garden, where it is soon to flower. Read the full story here.
|Pyrtle Spring (or the Culverton Rose)|
The spring is hidden away behind a wall of leaves, so it's like walking through a magical doorway to get inside.
|The entrance to Pyrtle Spring|
Although you can always rely on the kids to find some mud!
The kids love the spring. They can walk around the banks, then explore down in the bottom, climbing on fallen trees and looking under logs and on nettles for bugs.
|From the bottom of the spring, the banks seem a long way up|
|The logs have to be checked - there were ground beetles, millipedes, beetle |
larvae, slugs, slug eggs, worms and spiders
|Climbing on the fallen trees|
|14 Spot Ladybird|
|Downlooker Snipe Fly|
|Dagger Fly (maybe)|
We found a couple of rose bushes, but they didn't have any buds on, so we'll just have to wait until they flower to see if they're the same as my rose at home.
The birds were twittering around in the tree tops and we heard a woodpecker tapping away in one of the nearby trees. Then as we were leaving the swallows were swooping around us, chasing after insects (rubbish photos I'm afraid - they were a bit fast for me!) and the red kites were gliding over the fields.
|You can see the insects around the swallow|