Back at the Steps near the splash of colour, something else caught my eye; a mesmerising swirl of feathers. Not just the one, but a whole collection of them, their feathery fingers entwining as they draped the brick wall. The other side of the wall lay the teasels in defiance of the black bin liners, broken bottles and crushed cans. Automatically I assumed these swirls of beauty were weeds ready to disperse more seed, though of course I do not know.
So please help me out and let me know the true nature of these delicate offerings.
Meticulous Mick 
Hi MM, I agree with the comment above. think it’s a creeper called Old Man’s Beard.
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Wasn’t too sure at first but on more trawling I have to agree with you both. Thanks Wild Sherkin. 🍀
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Looks like Old Man’s Beard to me
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Wasn’t my first reaction for some reason, not tangled and wild enough, but on trawling through the net I have to concur with you Anne. Thanks so much for your input. MM 💚
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They look similar to the seedheads of clematis. There is a wild hedgerow version of them, ?
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May be I should have tried taking a few and planting them! I agree on the clematis, just not seen one quite like this before so am rather unsure – will look it up. MM 🍀
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Let me know (Y)
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