To mention an interest of flowers in many circles is to perform social suicide. An aesthetic appreciation of landscapes however seems to be more acceptable. Only last week we had a group of work men from Plymouth volunteering with us. One bloke whilst looking across the teign gorge turned to his collegues and announced, "its alright here init". Which was greeted with sage agreeement. Would that have happened had he pointed at a primrose?! but what about the flower as a landscape? I have yet to see even the most dissimissive of people fail to appreciate a British bluebell wood in spring.
In these parts there is an altogether rarer beast, the wild daffodil. I tracked my prey to a known hotspot Dunsford Woods and was not disappointed as the photo testifies. So get down to Dunsford wood in the next couple of weeks, but only if you're man enough!