Catton park

I fell asleep amid the flowers

Catton Park

The clear sky to cloud ratio was very much reversed today with, as my mother would have said, just enough blue to make a cat a pair of trousers.

The warm unbroken sunshine of the past week or so has finally given way to much cooler air and the promise of some, but not a lot of, much needed rain in the days ahead.

Even on the cloudiest of days Catton Park can be a wonderful place for great discoveries and mystery.

Today I focussed on the wildflowers.

Below is a gallery of those I saw today. If anyone can help me identify the last one I would be very grateful. You can leave a comment below.

I wish had had the sort of brain that could remember all the names. Sadly this isn’t the case, which is why I’ve spent the best part of a two hours looking them up!

POSTSCRIPT
Thanks to a couple of people on Twitter who identified the mystery plant as being Sorrel. You can read a little more about it on my following post.

Early morning walk

My aim was to leave the house before 6am. I managed it with just seconds to spare and headed to Catton Park.

Early morning in Catton Park

The area known today as Catton Park was originally part of the Catton Estate on the outskirts of Norwich and dates from the 1770s.

Catton Hall, which now houses an uncurated collection of apartments, sits to the side of the park but has no connection to it today other than its history and a rose fence that currently has some aromatic blooms that will later transform into hundreds of plump rose hips.

The park is at its best early morning and again at twilight. The light at both these times is beautiful and you tend to see fewer people.

In the distance I could hear someone calling to their dog, but other than that I had the morning sunshine all to myself. Well, for a little while at least.

By twenty past six more dog walkers had started to arrive, each plotting different directions around the park. I spotted my first jogger who was doing what ever it is joggers do to what ever it is they have on their wrists just prior to running. Yellow shirt. Blue shorts.

Despite the growing numbers of humans, the birds were definitely the dominant species.

I watched a baker’s dozen of starlings gather on the grass before heading into a nearby tree to chatter about the jogger’s wardrobe, before returning to the grass, no doubt to chatter about me, and then back to the tree again.

The wood pigeons seemed to have no interest in the starling’s games or gossip. They just slowly plodded along like ageing beat policemen discussing the weather and food.

In a small glade to the side of the park I spotted a couple of foxglove plants standing very proud. The light wasn’t ideal for taking pictures, but while trying to get as good a shot as I could I was distracted by some rustling in the undergrowth.

A blackbird perhaps, a robin or a wren? Close to my feet I spotted a tiny mouse or vole. I couldn’t get a photograph or a proper look as it quickly beat a retreat when it realised that it had stumbled upon me. Its fur was dark and I don’t recall seeing ears of note, so I’m going to settle for a field vole rather than a field mouse.

Over in the picnic area a gathering of brilliant red poppies drew me. By now the sun light was already starting to be too bright for my phone camera to get a decent picture or for me to stare at too long, so I just stood a while and soaked up everything the park had to offer my other senses.

A large black dog strolled up to me to wish me a good day. I politely returned the greeting and headed home for breakfast.