The answer my friend is blowing in the wind. Cotton grass, Eriophorum species, for Klaus

It makes great parchment paper, Amelia. Good use of light in your image.

Ian

Hello Ian, does it? I thought that was Esparto grass, which they used to make into paper at Guardbridge, just down the road from St. Andrews in Fife. But I could be misunderstanding your comment Ian :)

Thank you for the compliment, and apologies if I appear less than intelligent ;-)

Amelia

I'm so please you like this fluffy grass Annie, it is found in boggy areas and is very common :))

Greetings, Amelia

Good morning Sandy, and a big thank you for your comments and the link to your beautiful photo :))

Amelia

Hi dear Nick, I have knitted a wonderful cardigan for David, as I feel he should be dressing more in accordance with his maturing years. He will be able to wear it on the touchline, and he'll fit so unobtrusively into the street scene in London - can't wait to move!!

Sincerely yours, Victoria

Do you mean to tell me Victoria that the only reason you had such a brief stay in Norway was to enable you to knit a cardigan for David ~ words fail me ~ you are so amazing and generous and not at all the empty headed gal we all imagine ~ so are so wonderful but really you ought to be wating until he can't touch his toes before offering him such a work of love ~ the touchline is there for something else you see. What is all this about street life in London ~ once you are settled into the Funnel you'll have no need for those nasty London adventures ~ however the Portsmouth Harbour Station is just beneath you and in fact on those all to reare occasions when you thought the earth might be moving for you, it is probably the early morning paper train ~ good to hear from you neighbour ~ give me a wave across the water please ~ Ciao your humble low rise gezzer.

Dear Nicholas, I really don't understand the "earth moving" comment, and neither does my David, we just like a Sunday lie in that's all ;-). Then he gets up, puts his cardie, on and makes the Earl Grey. I'll wave down to you every morning at about 6.30, except Sundays naturally, and I hope you will be able to see and admire my bone structure from Gosport.

Regards, Victoria

I expect that there will be a couple of mountains to climb before I can see up the valley to the porcelain structure that is your face dearest Victoria ~ I've noticed that there is a more natural beauty living a few floors below your august position ~ it is so funny she seems to have a beau who looks rather like a younger version of David ~ uncany really

Oh this makes me quite homesick for Ireland, Amelia!

We noticed these fluffy white "things" whilst driving amongst the peat bogs in Connemara, and had no clue as to what they were. When we finally stopped the car, I picked one and it is greatly prized, pressed into my diary. Then we discovered that it is called "Bog Cotton" in that area and it really is an amazing little grassy "thing"!

So much to learn still. And by the way, it is an excellent photo - thanks for this well timed picture!

Warm greetings, Hazel

Dear Hazel, there is nothing quite like a late reply to take you right back to Ireland once more :)))

I am so pleased you liked these fluffy white things, they turn the summer landscape into winter snow from a distance :))

Warm greetings my dear friend, Amelia