In the Outwoods

Woodland looks so verdant in the Spring. This is the last week of the bluebells that cluster beneath the trees. They're beginning to look shrivelled and the smell, once so enticing, becomes rank.

I was on the tramper in the Outwoods this afternoon. Len and Basil went their separate ways. We met up at the café to enjoy ice cream and latte.

Sunny all day and getting progressively warmer.