Bluebell Walks

 At this time of year we try to cram as many Bluebell walks in as possible. We never manage enough before the bluebells are past their best.

Here we are at our local nature reserve

 Immy and Rosanna looking at 'Wowers'

Our local reserve, suffering from vandalism, but that's not stopped bluebells blooming in the woods. Geoff tried in vain to get us to recognise the call of the Willow warbler.

And now on to our favourite bluebell work of the season. Eager children ready to explore the woods.

Our local wood is carpeted thick with bluebells, it's an amazing sight. Evening walks are the best.

 So delicate and pretty

So many winding paths to go off and explore.

 With every winding path bluebells as far as the eye can see. I love the smell of wild garlic too.

A rope swing, a steep climb up

But well worth the climb!

 It had just rained before our walk and we saw toads creeping across the path. I'm sure they were looking for supper as the rain had brought out the slugs.

But as the bluebells fade, more of natures surprises are waiting for us.

This is the sight I was met with this morning as I went to my garage. It stopped me in my tracks and now I know why Rosanna calls flowers 'Wowers'. Think I might join her!