Then there was Fir Clubmoss, Huperzia selago (upright branches of equal height) and (below) a companion for Alpine alchemilla with its completely divided leaves.
There was a Snow Lichen, Stereocaulon.
And some beautiful mosses. I think the blackish one is Andreaea rupestris, the ginger one is Didymodon insulanis, and the furry one is Racomitrium lanuginosum.
Sheila told us where to scramble up, and we found the Holly fern just where she said.
And Wood anemone, unexpected in this open ground but perhaps indicating that it used to be forest.
We all agreed we’ll have to go back later in the season for more. And to look for the Woodsia fern up this gully.
I had an early Saturday morning amble down at Tentsmuir, while it was peaceful and quiet.
Everything is so dry. Barbeques are banned, and the pool along at the fence has retreated far away from it.
But there were plenty of flowers to find, including lots of little groups of daisies, which I don’t remember seeing before.
There was birds-foot trefoil and silverweed.
And the smallest little forget-me-not, myosotis ramossisima, I think.
Some flowering sedges and rushes. This one is Spring sedge, Carex caryophyllea.
Lovely hairy leaves of the hawkweed/bit/one-day-I’ll-get-it-sorted.
And lots of these leaves too – couldn’t place them, will have to wait and see.
There were the very first sea sandwort flowers.
And I saw my first swallows of the year, always a good moment.
Past the fence, the tide was in and there were no sandbanks, no seals. But there were a couple of shelducks in the distance.
And the blue sky was doing amazing things with the water in the pools. Bright scalloped edges.
I headed away from the haar and went for a walk up Dollar Glen. I am just not fit for hills. But I really enjoyed the walk even so.
There was greater stitchwort and what I think is wood stitchwort, spot the difference.
The trees were just at their beautiful best.
Castle Campbell, from the place I sat to get my breath back. I’d just watched a greater spotted woodpecker. (That wasn’t why I was breathless, blame the hill, but I just want to remember the woodpecker…)
In the field above the wood, the only things I saw were tormentil and yellow spring sedge. For most of the way, the sound of the water was a thing to remember.
I liked the way the cliffs are covered in a real mixture of plants.
The bluebells on the way down (not these) were the bluest I’ve seen for a long time.
There was also Herb Robert, growing where it should do and not in my garden. Yellow pimpernel, wood sorrel and wood anemone, opposite-leaved golden saxifrage, loads of ferns and mosses and wild garlic.