Saturday, 7 May 2011
Blue Remembered Clent Hill
I went bluebell looking again for what will probably be the last time this year. They don't last long. These views are from Clent Hill.
And here are bluebells beneath a blue sky. The birds were yelling all around us - sounding like creaky gates and tin whistles, but nevertheless singing peace into our breasts. For that hour or so, walking in the sun and bluebell scent, I couldn't have been happier.