ocean

the instinctive cold-day call of the blanket on the sofa was overcome with the promise of hot chocolate in the woods. We were very surprised to find the bluebells already in early bloom, an ocean stretching in front of us. Next week they will be at their best. This woodland is ancient. It has elderly gnarled trees, mossy dark places and presence. The sort that makes my intrepid woodland wandering girl stay close.

(Sea Wood, Bardsea)