Oh No! Not more bluebells

I'm afraid so. All this walking from home on paths rarely trod and certainly not at this time of the year has revealed bluebell woods of great beauty locally. Today was no exception. Probably been along this path once before and only went this way as we'd missed the earlier turning.

To even things up a little I've included a field of buttercups in extras as this would have been my blip had we not seen the bluebells. An entry for Wild Flower Week 5, hosted by Miranda 1008. Thank you

In amongst all this beauty, we came across lots of evidence of tossers. Cans of Fosters Lager seem to be the tossers beer of choice. We've seen numerous cans, squashed or otherwise littered in the laybys and passing places of the lanes we're walked. They must just wind down the window and toss out their empty cans. Red Bull seems popular too.

This morning, after grunting through Joe Wicks, I prepared, cleaned and painted the windows and woodwork of one side of Susan's studio. It's been up three years next month and the paintwork was beginning to flake. It was quite amazing how the colour had faded owing to three years of being in direct sunlight. I had to check that I was indeed using the correct colour paint and not one from a different tin.