Bluebells in the oakwood

Why ‘Scottish’ bluebells?  Because we are in Scotland. They are so early this year. I faffed about looking for the best shot and waiting for the sun to come out. Now I’ve deleted all the ‘in the sun’ shots as the sunlight was patchy and the pictures too high in contrast.
    Mood wise I’m less high but a bit agitated. It will probably go in the direction of agitation. I can’t stop the cycles, I can only manage them.
     It was like a midsummer day today.  I  thought of driving down to the loch but when I’m like this I’m inclined to be more impulsive, so in the interest of safety I decided to leave Yellow Dog where he is. I’m sure to get some earache over this, but maybe he’s happy sunbathing. I’m chomping on Spar roasted salted peanuts. Boy are they good.