It's red, it seems

Red Campion, my resident expert tells me.

A walk up the hill, past the church, and down into a quiet dell was what today required.  I had had a long chat with my aged mother, while Mrs B absorbed a bollocking from no 1 son so we needed some tranquility to sooth our souls.  Red Campion wasn't enough, but the delightfully secluded lane did the trick.