Visiting a bluebell wood is such a delight for the senses.
The colour of bluebells en mass is stunning especially contrasting with the spring green leaves of the beech trees and the unfurling bracken.
Up close you can see stripes of purple and pale blue.
The boys enjoy spotting the occasional white ones in amongst the blue.
The intoxicating scent of bluebells as you walk through them makes the effort of visiting them so worthwhile, I just love it.
We even found the home of Mr Fox, I suspect of the fox we saw in the snow a while back. Fantastic that he's settled here.
Littlest and I enjoyed a quiet few minutes sitting on a fallen tree listening to the melodic sound of blackcaps singing, a real sound of spring.