A day or two ago, as I walked through the meadow, my eye caught a tiny splash of pink.
I was smitten but also totally flummoxed as to it’s identity. Whilst it looked like a vetch flower it seemed to be growing on a grass stem. Very odd. When I got home I consulted my much-worn copy of “The Oxford Book of Wild Flowers.” I can now state, in an absolute certainty of conviction (gulp), that it is the very nicely (and aptly) named Grass Vetchling. Apparently it “is a rather rare species of grassy places in the south and east”. So that’s nice.