Secret woods

Every year, at about this time, we used to visit the 'secret' bluebell wood. It was only secret because it was at the very top of Clyne valley hill and you had to almost cut your way through bushes to get there. These days it's more frequented because of trails laid by mountain bikers.

Anyway, we haven't been for a few years because George hasn't been up to climbing the hill but this morning I proposed Husband and I go without George.

The bluebells aren't quite in full bloom yet so we weren't greeted by the usual carpet of blue but there were a few nice patches. Unfortunately my camera skills don't do them justice!

The wild garlic is also coming into flower now.