Bluebells in the rain

Sheamus, Tallulah and I went for a walk on the North Downs this afternoon. This beech wood looked magnificent with its thick carpet of bluebells.

I found an abandoned small holding complete with dilapidated barns, beached land rovers without wheels, a beautiful Edwardian Farmhouse gone to seed, several old tractors and some caravans filled with wool, junk and even a sapling furtively poking through a skylight. I want to buy the place. I wonder who owns or owned it? I wonder how I could get Denise too agree?

I wanted to blip some pictures of the place but I thought the bluebells will probably never look this good and the derelict farm will look just as crumbling next week.