Flowers work their healing magic on the old station platforms

Millers Dale, Derbyshire A galaxy of tiny purple globes sway where once the milk churns waited for the night train to London

The old railway station in this part of Derbyshire's Wye valley presents an astonishing happenstance of mixed colour. There is the Van Gogh yellow of the ragwort and the dark mullein spikes. There are the blended lilacs of field scabious and the rose shades from wild marjoram and over most of the area towers a canopy of greater and black knapweed flowers creating a galaxy of tiny purple globes. In the wind, all these colours sway and mingle.

My favourite of all is in the blooms of the bloody cranesbill. It is intriguing that botanists used body parts to invoke its hue while the makers of matte lipstick call the same shade "pink peony". Look closely at the petals and they comprise fields of exquisite magenta veined with red.