I stumble upon daffodil heaven

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“I wandered lonely as a cloud…” Well not quite. I was alone, it was cloudy, but I was driving from Penryn backed to Newquay when I spotted a blaze of yellow on the side of a hill. I wandered off the main road and down a back lane in the direction of the field, hoping I could get close.

The Cornish hedges were high so I couldn’t see the field so I parked up in a passing place somewhere in the vicinity of the daffodil field, but when I got out of the car I knew I was close — the scent of daffodils hit me like nectar on the breeze.

I guess the farmer hadn’t sold his crop and the whole field of daffodils had been left to flower. It was like Marie Celeste of daffodil fields: picked bunches lay on the ground abandoned, as if the pickers had just said “sod it, I can’t be arsed with this,” dropped everything and went home. Strange.

Anyway, the field was lovely, the contrast between the black muddy drabness of the surrounds and the blazing yellow of the daffodils was overwhelming. A blast of sunshine on a drab day.

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