Liked Singing with nightingales · but she's a girl... (but she's a girl...)
We were lucky to be there on probably the first dry day in a month. In the Golden Hour as the sun was starting to set, the fresh new leaves on the trees shone like stained glass in a cathedral window. The place shimmered with bird song, butterflies and wild flowers.

What a marvellous post.

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