A choir of birdsong, a gentle breeze and the rustle of leaves overhead
Ferns gradually unfolding
Cowslips with a background of bluebells make such a pretty picture. I always think of Uncle Silas getting merry on his homemade cowslip wine…it might be time to reread that delightful little book.
The only other people Mum and I saw in the distance yesterday were a couple with a greyhound, later there was a ferocious sounding barking match between two dogs somewhere near the boundary of the woods. We never did see the other dog, but came across the couple again. According to the owner the dog had met his brother: “It’s like that in some families, isn’t it?”
A glimpse of a field of rape flowers through the trees.
Last year’s visit, with links to previous posts in the same bluebell woods.
Six things about bluebells you might not know, by the National Trust.