The Bluebells, and other flowers, between North Kessock and Drumsmittal, on the Black Isle... once again. I do find them hard to resist, as I slowly cycle up the hill passing them. Especially when some are spotlit by the sun finding a gap in the tree leaf canopy. That's on the journey home from work. They're a blur in the morning, as I hurtle down that hill.
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