A private bluebell wood
Last year my Uncle bought 70 acres of land at Awbridge, Hampshire, approximately 20 acres of grassland and 50 acres of woodland. Since they have embraced the land and set up their own business, burning charcoal and selling woodland products. Being lovely people they let me take a wander from time to time and this week I took my first walk up there for a couple of months. It couldn't have come at a better time, I've been swamped with work and haven't had as much time to be outdoors as I would like. Not being outdoors tends to make me crabby and miserable and this mornings mooching had a really positive effect on me I'm glad to report.
But back to the walk... Walking along the entrance to the woods I was immediately struck by just how much it's change in the past couple of months. Fresh green leaves on the trees, blossom and some new woolly additions.
I record a minute in the woods, the bird song, sounds and a bit of talking from me, so this might be a nice time to hit play and look at the bluebells photos below and feel a bit more like you are there with me.
As I crouched to take these photos two young deer appeared, walked through the bluebells, then caught sight of me and ran off into the woods. As someone who loves to take photographs I was torn by my feelings, the pang of regret that I didn't take a photograph of them mixed with a warm fuzzy feeling that that moment, right there, was just for me and will remain more dear to me because of that fact.
Have you visited woods this year to see the bluebells? If you haven't there's still a bit of time left to see them, don't be put off by the onslaught of bluebells photos throughout instagram & blogs, there's a special ancient atmosphere surrounding them that is hard to explain - but worth experiencing for yourself.