But we're here to see the bluebells. We come every year to see the bluebells.
There are two hills on the National Trust property at Clent - Walton Hill and Clent Hill.
Both are pooled and deep in bluebells at this time of year.
There was a bank whereon the bells spangled blue and white.
We walked to the gate at the end of the path.
Gusts of hyacinth scent blew to us on the breeze.
At the gate we turned left and climbed uphill.
'Massed bluebells indicate undisturbed ancient woodland.'
You could see the leaves turning from their true colour of red to green, as they start to produce cholorphyll.
The birds were yelling their heads off again. The great tits were swinging incessantly on that creaky gate of theirs.
And then we went to the pub. You can only take so much overwhelming natural beauty.