I got up very early, gulped down a quick cup of coffee, hitched up the dog, then headed off to explore.
There are several well known bluebell woods around here, but this is one I hadn't visited before.
It is little more than a mile (as the crow flies) from home, yet it was new to me. I have long admired the woodland, figured that it must be another remnant of the ancient woodland which covered this area after the last Ice Age.
|Heading to the woodland.|
I regularly walk along the farm tracks and along the bridleway, but this time I was determined to turn off the public right of way and explore the private woodland, see whether the bluebells were as beautiful as I had been told.
The scent of the bluebells and that exquisite colour, stretching as far as the eye could see, took my breath away.
Further into the woods I came across this decrepit old sign. I wonder whether this used to be open to the public, I quite like the idea of people coming along for the spectacle, then purchasing a jug of tea, settling down on a picnic rug and eating their homemade sandwiches.
I must ask Miss Read, she will know.
Eventually I decided not to push my luck and risk discovery. I called Toby to heel and we set off for home.
Little realising that Nature had another treat in store for me.
The big field we skirted had a group of five hares romping around without a care in the world.
With best wishes to you all,