There is nothing quite like . . .

. . . a Bluebell Wood.

There is just something about a woodland full of bluebells that cannot be captured in a photo, but we do what we can in order to keep the memory alive. How to capture the deep blue haze that seems to go on forever, as far as the eye can see anyway. How to capture that particular deep shade of blue that we all associate with bluebells, but which changes constantly in the sun and shadow. How to capture that awesome magic, as one feels that what one is seeing cannot be real. How to capture the perfume that fills the air, the movement of sunlight through the trees, the stillness, the silence, the sheer beauty of it all.
 
We do our best.
 
A glorious day with lots of sunshine and we had a lovely time. Marpaul and Misty came this morning and after lunch we all set off for Flakebridge Woods. A few minutes from home, we parked up and walked to and through the woods, gasping as wave after wave of blue flowers appeared in front of us. A wonderful walk, with lots of chat and lots of photos and a lot of standing and staring. And it was so busy . . . I think we met six people in total!!
 
Bluebell woods are very special and this is a very special one indeed.