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!
In the language of flowers it means 'Joy to come'
Nature is flourishing in the nooks and crannies around the old part of Swindon. The aim of this blog is to illustrate a different Swindon where the 'magic roundabout' plays no part. An enchanting Swindon that can only be discovered on foot. A place of underground springs and streams, ancient hedgerows, footpaths, copses, lakes, and beautiful parkland. If you look a little more closely you will see Swindon is built on sacred ground.