I have been drawing Field Scabious. Such a delicate pale mauve colour.
I walked this ridge or embankment that goes across our local field. The story goes that it was thrown up during the second world war to prevent tanks crossing the fields. ( Protecting nearby air fields?) There are concrete pill boxes in the area . It always has a good crop of wild flowers because it cannot be farmed. I counted and identified 13 species in flower plus sorrel and lots of grasses. The wind in the long grasses is spectacular.
One of my favourite wild flowers, so delicate and beautiful.