Never mind the etchings
IT is good to collect things,’ said Anatole France, ‘but it is better to go for walks.’ I’ve been doing both. Fed up with the same daily walk since the first lockdown, I decided, in January, that I would make it more interesting by picking and pressing a single example of every wildflower I spotted on my route over, I know, but it turns out to be a surprisingly engaging hobby. To begin with, there is—as it were—the thrill of the chase. I am currently gloating over what I think (hope) is a green-winged orchid, found in a field of cows, as rare as it is beautiful (the orchid, not the field of cows).
