Postcard from La-La Land

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,
Elaine