A wood at the right time of year

A few days ago I came across the neologism, vemödalen, from The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows: 'the frustration of photographing something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist — the same sunset, the same waterfall, the same curve of a hip, the same closeup of an eye — which can turn a unique subject into something hollow and pulpy and cheap, like a mass-produced piece of furniture you happen to have assembled yourself.'

Here's one, with sunlight catching recent raindrops still hanging from the bluebells, but I'm not frustrated because it was a complete delight to be wading through this sea this afternoon.

My first outing on the motorbike for a long time. Getting to this sort of place is what I have it for.