Is there anything more quintessentially English than the bluebell woods at springtime? Albert and I visited our favourite bluebell spot today, and were overwhelmed by its beauty. The locals insisted that “it isn’t as good as usual”, but we found it absolutely magical – and we hope you will, too.
Join us for a walk in the bluebell woods!
Oh! roses and lilies are fair to see;
But the wild bluebell is the flower for me.
~ Louisa A. Meredith
The Bluebell is the sweetest flower
That waves in summer air:
Its blossoms have the mightiest power
To soothe my spirit’s care.
~ Emily Brontë
There is a silent eloquence
In every wild bluebell
That fills my softened heart with bliss
That words could never tell.
~ Anne Brontë
All photos were taken with an iPhone 6 Plus and edited in Afterlight.