Strewn

A walk in the woods today, a hazy day, with a hint of mist. I was parking elsewhere as the forest car park was unexpectedly full. When I caught up with Z she'd had to marshal one dog fight, with the dog of an oblivious elderly lady and sort out both dogs pooing in the middle of a crowd of sightseers. Ah well, guess I won't get to drive next time. All was well later as the bluebell groves were, despite all the post Storm Ophelia carnage, still making their presence felt.
Bluebell season