Bluebell wood

It’s so hard to capture the blueness in a photo. I’ve heard that it’s because our eyes respond to the glistening blueness in ways the camera can’t match. Whatever the reason, a walk among bluebells, especially true native English bluebells, is truly magical.

I got caught in one of the heavy downpours but it was all worth it.

A few years ago, one Staffordshire farmer opened his bluebell woods (for a fee) and at the end of the walk arranged for tea, coffee and delicious homemade cake to be on sale.

No refreshments in our Woodland Trust Reserve (Jubilee Wood, part of the Pipe Hall Farm Reserve). But it’s still very much to be treasured.