Nearly bluebell time

On our annual bluebell walk, my friend and I were a little disappointed to see nothing but a carpet of green leaves... until right in the middle of the deep dark wood, we came across a patch in bloom:

 

The fragrance of wild garlic was everywhere, the trees were bursting into bud and the anemones were still out too, it was a sensory treat (as was lunch afterwards!).

Somewhat incongruously, there were fungi too: