The trouble with doing eng lit at school is that bits of poems get stuck in your head for ever! Though I took this photo trying to capture the carpet of wild garlic flowers up every slope…

From: The Garden

by Andrew Marvell

Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less,
Withdraws into its happiness :
The mind, that ocean where each kind
Does straight its own resemblance find ;
Yet it creates, transcending these,
Far other worlds, and other seas ;
Annihilating all that’s made
To a green thought in a green shade.