Poppies.

Is this deja-vu? We are back at bridge eight in the Shroppie, year plan A is definitely a dead duck. Once the trip to Plymouth is out of the way perhaps we can rescue a bit of it, down to the Severn, a look at the Droitwich and then Tardebigge. It will then be time to head back to Norbury Junction to leave Armadillo while we are in the good old U.S.of A. She's then in for bottom blacking and after that it will be time to scuttle off to find somewhere to winter. It can't be as bad as last winter, can it?

The junction bridge at Cut End (Autherley Junction), through this bridge lies miles of the loveliest canal ever. (My opinion, you don't have to agree.)
After mooring we took the chance of a gap in the showers to take a stroll, we crossed bridge seven and

were knocked backwards by the sheer colour of a field of poppies.

They were blooming in a field of oilseed rape.

I think the white flowers are scentless mayweed, whatever it was it added a subtle background.

I can't think of anything to say about this, just Poppy.

A small toirtoiseshell then allowed me close enough to get this shot, I was honoured by his trust, or perhaps he's just a poseur.
Tomorrow it's Brewood (Pronounced Brood) and, hopefully, a curry at The Curry Inn.

Watch this space.........