I set off for a longer walk, both in distance and time - the latter stretched first by my curiosity about Cornish walls - or Cornish hedges. I have always loved the hairiness of walls in Cornwall,
the way that some of them are a vertical garden - here is a succulent which has flowered in this recent heat since I noticed it last,
and so many I think of as being relatively neat. (Although they could be said to be 'hairy' also in the sense that they are often so tall, and bounding such narrow twisting roads that driving can be quite nerve-wracking!)
Dry stone walling has its different patterns and methods all over the country, and it seems that there are variations within areas too, because I have not before noticed the kind of walls they have locally. Here there seems to be a greater range of sizes of stone built up in a mound.
But not necessarily consistently even round the same field.
But nonetheless they are all decidedly attractive,with their newly dug rabbit holes everywhere -
their sculptural gnarled roots and thick stems -
and on tops and South-facing sides, the new leaf growth of the escaped and now wild crocosmias stunning in the bright sunlight.