I could see why foxgloves could be someone’s favourite flower. This is the largest congregation I have found in a single spot: the whole amphitheatre of an old quarry smothered in them; at Burntcliff Top just above the Gradbach Mill. It is not just the monumental lipstick-coloured flowers that are so beautiful but also the sense of community they engender. Here were bumblebees tunneling up the individual bells one after another, until the natural colours of the bees’ backs were distorted by the smothering of pale pollen. Overhead were mewing buzzards and all around a rainfall of willow warbler song.