George and Swallow raced away ahead, down the track between the rape fields. The sweet, sickly perfume from its flowers is dying back a bit now as the flowers begin to fade.
This little snail must be a hardy little fellow as he was nearing the top of a thistle plant!
We came on this collection of beehives farther down but didn't approach any closer as I could see the bees buzzing around them. They have plenty rape flowers in the vicinity from which to produce their honey.