This is ragged robin and one of my favourite wild flowers. I have them in the garden. They like damp places, so this environment is ideal. This was also my great grandmothers favourite wild flower. I am fortunate that I can remember her. She lived to be 95. She spent her last years with Nannie and Gramps, so everytime we were staying I would see her. She would always be beautifully dressed in lace and velvet. She would collect her walking stick, stroll around the garden smelling the flowers and always put one in her lapel. She would then come and speak to me, quietly, very much the lady. It was then she would go on her walk into the village. It was two miles there and two miles back. She would take tea with her friends, and then come home. I was ten when she died and I count myself priviledged to remember her. When I see the ragged robin come into bloom it brings back memories that are becoming more precious with age.