Summer’s slow in coming this year and sunny days have been spoilt by a cold wind.
But Sunday was bearable, so we all went for a walk in the woods to see the bluebells.
Covid restrictions have encouraged a lot of people to go out walking locally who probably didn’t bother before. And it’s become quite a social event.
The English have always been a private race,walking along with their heads down and ignoring everyone, but most people who we passed were taking their dog for a walk, and they all smiled and spoke to us.
I’m a Fair Weather Walker, but I always enjoy it when I do go out. Mother Nature never ceases to amaze me.
There were wild flowers growing everywhere. We saw lilac-coloured cuckoo flowers or milkmaids as they’re known, white wood anenomies, yellow celandines and white wild garlic flowers.
Of course, we all had to hug a tree, wrapping our arms round its trunk as far as possible.
The nature trails are easy to follow, and there are wooden steps and a bridge across the shallow stream.
Bluebells grew thickly all around us in a beautiful blue and green carpet of colour amongst the trees.
Every now and again a red squirrel leaped through the trees and rabbits ran for cover.
If you listen carefully, the woods become quite noisy. We heard robins, blackbirds,thrushes, magpies, a nuthatch, a screeching buzzard, and a greater spotted woodpecker.
We discovered wild garlic growing beside the stream. The flowers are out now. We picked some leaves to dry for flavouring, buds to pickle in vinegar and flowers to dip in Tempura batter and fry.
Time passed quickly and as we circled back to the car park, I was dying for a cuppa.
We said our goodbyes and drove home. But I’m ready for my next nature walk, as long as that wind stays away!