Bluebell Woods

The whole wood was carpeted with bluebells. A whole sea of blue. We had to stay on the footpaths and leave in-depth free investiagtion for another time.

I have memories of spring walks and bluebells from when I was a child. I hope my boys remember these times too.


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Space

Sometimes I think that if I didn't have the ability to get out of the city, to get away from people, noise, traffic, smell, if I didn't have places to run to so we could walk, walk, walk til there was no walk left in us, in places that nourish us body and soul, I think I would either explode or go mad.

Thank God for brisk walks, crisp air, frosty leaves, crunching twigs, welcoming trees and old haunts. Thank God for the forests, the red kites, the things to study and investigate, and most importantly, the space - to exhale, and to breath.

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Forest Fungus Fun

Back to one of our favourite forest walks to blow some cobwebs away.