When we moved into our home almost eight years ago, my Dad brought me some primroses from his garden to plant in ours. I consider them a little piece of Devon and I look forward to seeing them flower every spring. I have never split them, so they bloom in the most glorious profusion now and I get such joy from seeing them from my kitchen window. They always remind me of home and make me pine for Dartmoor, where I spent many happy hours growing up. I am so glad I took these photos as two days later my largest clump of primroses had their petals devoured by some nasty garden pest.