Someone just asked: Where is Foxglove Lane, I'd love to go there? Good question I said.
Simply put it is the little lane that I live on with a small number of neighbours in rural County Waterford. It meanders along beside a small lake and ends up in Biddy's farmyard after about a mile. It was only tarred as a road about three years ago, until then it was a very dusty and potholed track and, yes there are lots of wild flowers, trees, animals, insects and beloved Foxgloves. Do you remember the nursery rhyme:
Baa baa black sheep have you any wool, yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.
One for the master, one for the dame and one for the little girl who lived down the lane.
When I remembered these lines recently I re-lived the very moment when a thought was sown in my mind that a girl who lived down a lane would have a charmed existence. So Foxglove Lane then is also a place of memory, of imagination, of escape, of connection with the spectacular as part of the everyday, and now is also a virtual world through this blog.
My virtual Foxglove Lane doesn't linger on the pong of a slurry spreading day or the dangerous amount of illegal dumping which is on the increase here. It can't capture the fear of some of the older people when fast cars fly down the dirt tracks or when drinking parties errupt in the woods. Some day I will photograph the aftermath of the day trippers, or some of the havoc created by pesticide spraying. Maybe.Probably not.
The temporary and fragile beauty that surrounds us all, wherever we live is worthy of some record. As long as it lasts this little piece of sheltered wilderness will continue to provide my inspiration. Thanks for asking and by the way what do you love about your place? It would be great to hear.