On Sunday, we took a gap in the rain showers as our cue to head to the local woods. We'd heard that the bluebells were out in force, so armed with the camera, our wellies, and a pocketful of raisins and breadsticks to keep a certain little girl happy, we set off.
Our bluebell-information-sources weren't wrong - the woods were carpeted with them. And the smell that perfumed the air. Beautiful! (Although it did make R start sneezing. Darn hayfever!)
Then, as the heavens opened once more, we quickened our pace and made a hasty retreat to the pub!