The yellow on the wall there is my favourite colour. Ever. I love yellow. But I don’t love Gorse. I got caught up in one day when I was wee. It hurt. Lesson learned: all that is gold may glitter [but can also hurt in that way where you silent scream at first, eyes wide in horror, so shocking is the pain].
Gorse is a big feature in the natural Scottish landscape. I’ve had to learn to see its colour and let that shout over the top of the bad memory.