Gosh if you had any idea how patiently I stood on the steep slope while Gail awkwardly manoeuvered herself into a crouching position to take the pictures showing the North Sea in the background.
And you know I even refrained from laughing when Gail stood up again and realised she'd been sitting in a bog...
Gail and I did have a little dispute about what type of daisies we were looking at. Of course, when Gail consulted the flower book after we got home, she decided that I was probably right, and they were shasta daisies (a garden escape) and not oxeye daisies.
PS Is it wrong to find it funny that the latin name for the shasta daisy is leucanthemum x superbum?
