Blackheath near Greenwich, in London, is a broad expanse of common land where the locals walk, fly kites, and take their dogs for exercise.  Running all along the edge of the road that cuts through, leading to Shooters Hill are wildflowers, a crazy mixture of bright pinks, purples and lemon yellows. Every couple of years they mow them down in what seems a ruthless cull, but in fact it is to regenerate and clear the chocking weeds that also sneak in amongst the wildflowers.  Luckily last year I managed to photograph before the mowing and even though the wind blows very strongly across here and the passing vehicles try and scare you by hooting, I captured these lovely purples and dark chocolate shades. A week later, they had all gone.