Such beautiful flowers...with a sting in the tail.
When I was a child we often used to holiday in a caravan near Rhyl in North Wales. One year when I was about seven, the weather was warm and sunny so we were wearing our bathing suits and playing ball at the edge of the camping field. I jumped to catch a ball but missed and fell backwards into a huge patch of nettles. I was in so much pain and that memory often flashes back at this time of year.
Ouch, they look beautiful but deadly. My daughter fell in a patch of nettles when we lived at RAF Valley on Anglesey. She was 2 years old and only wearing her bathing costume. Her screams were heard for miles, I often wonder if they thought it was a siren predicting a military exercise. ha ha
