Following the earlier image of the English Countryside, this one by comparison, takes us far west, to Ireland. Sadly, on this overcast and rather breezy May Day, the vibrancy of a different yellow blanket that smothers many of the hillsides here, is somewhat dull.
Gorse, unlike the valuable rape, is in flower for many weeks, and is considered a problem, to the extent where whole hillsides will often be seen on fire, in an attempt to control this prickly problem.
Now that the cold East wind has brought some much-needed rain, I won't be able to enjoy the one lovely thing that the sun encourages from these rich egg-yellow flowers - the scent. If you haven't experienced it, then take yourself to the nearest patch of gorse on a sunny day and immerse yourself in the wonderful coconut-like aroma. Far, far more pleasant than the indescribable smell from the rape fields.
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