In and out the ...

... dusty bluebells. I love bluebells. They remind me of my Grandpa. He used to take me on walks and we always came home carrying flowers of some sort, be they from the local woods, the garden of a great aunt or uncle, or someone we chatted to while they were working in their garden. People don't seem to hand out bunches of flowers from their gardens much anymore, they're usually more keen to get their displays - just so.