Bluebells

I missed blipping the village blossom this year so I had to get a bluebell blip before they go over.

We called down to the garden centre this morning to stock up on bedding plants for the hanging baskets and window boxes, and bumped into my cousin Anne and her husband Paul seeking a wall trough.  We agreed to get together after our respective holidays.

After lunch I watered the pots which are suffering somewhat in this brisk wind we have had of late, then friend Angela came over and we had a walk through the estate in what was the best part of the day.  The woodland at the far side of the estate is less well walked so the bluebells are an undisturbed carpet of blue as far as the eye can see.