Bluebells

Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come,
For the woods are full of bluebells and the hedges full of bloom,
And the crow is on the oak a-building of her nest,
And love is burning diamonds in my true lover's breast..
John Clare

O there is nothing to beat the misty vaporous colour and the warm, damp scent of an bluebell wood in bloom. Apparently bluebells are a common indicator species for ancient woodlands, so bluebell woods are likely to date back to at least 1600.

We came across this one, unaware, halfway through an eight mile walk - and the unexpectedness of it was the final glory.