You know I'm in love with these woods!

Oxenber and Wharfe woods at Feizor... and some of you will know how I love this place so.  When I leave this mortal coil, I hope the other side looks, smells and sounds like this place in May.
The bluebells weren't quite dressed in the wings... another week I think....but oh the primroses, wood anemones, wild orchids, violets and cowslips are really quite the main act right now.  And oh for the audience to receive that with blue skies, the bleating of lambs, the froth of blossom, the trickle of streams, the twitter of birds, a cake and a cuppa, and then a vintage rumage and a lager in Clapham....
Oh bank holidays like this hey! :)