A host of golden daffodils...in Railway Fields

No need to go to the Lake District to get a hit of

" ...a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze."

Go to Railway Fields and wander "lonely as a cloud" to your hearts content taking in the wild daffodils in the meadow and along the paths

Wild daffodils have narrow, grey-green leaves and a familiar daffodil flower, but with pale yellow petals surrounding a darker yellow trumpet; this two-tone look is one way to tell them apart from their garden relatives.

The wild daffodil is also relatively short and forms clumps, carpeting the ground. They also tend to all face in the same direction.

Commonly known as the 'Lent lily' for its long association with Easter celebrations, the wild daffodil got its scientific name (Narcissus pseudonarcissus) from an Ancient Greek myth.

Narcissus fell in love with his own reflection in a pool of water, becoming so obsessed that he fell in and drowned. The nodding head of the wild daffodil embodies Narcissus bending over the water and it's said that the first flower sprang from where he died.

Hopefully when you spot the display in Railway Fields, like Wordsworth, your "heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils."

Speaking of Wordsworth, keep your eyes open for his favourite flower which is starting to bloom, the Lesser Celandine

There is a Flower, the Lesser Celandine,

That shrinks, like many more, from cold and rain;

And, the first moment that the sun may shine,

Bright as the sun himself, 'tis out again!