The lost Bluebell walks

We have several woods nearby that always have a lovely display of Bluebells. Our nearest, in walking distance, is down in the valley behind our house. However, for about 300 yards the only access is along a narrow, enclosed footpath that makes social distancing impossible if you meet someone coming up.
Another favourite wood is a short drive away but not what you could call essential travel. So these Bluebells (not even English) are in our garden.
The extra is a photograph of our grandson. I took it 6 years ago in happier times.