'In and out those dusty bluebells'

I wonder how many folk remember that game? We played it at school and at parties ..... long, long before disco dancing.

A steep path to struggle up, a stone wall to be climbed, some fallen branches to avoid and then I had arrived, at what I think is the best spot in Pollok Park for large swathes of bluebells.

Just half an hour to have my tea, find all my patchwork stuff and then be on my way ..... where do the afternoons disappear to?