A Morning walk

Through The Bluebell Woods

 

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We climb over the stile and begin walking along the footpath, either side of the path is bordered by bluebells. These are the English native bluebells, much more dainty than the Spanish cultivated varieties.

Everywhere you look there are bluebells, they poke themselves up through the ground cover and nod their lovely bell-shaped flowers in the faint breeze that disturbs the stillness of the woods.

Looking back up the hillside to where we first entered the Dumbles, no matter which way we look they show their lovely flowers. Wave after wave of gently nodding heads.

Let's bend over and have a close look at some of these flowers. Aren't they really beautiful? See how the head of the flower curves over to display the bells at their very best. I wouldn't have missed this for the world.

What have we here? I said this was a dark and eerie place didn't I? A place of mystery and wonder that hasn't been disturbed for centuries? Let's explore this shall we? Who's going first?

Well, if no one is going to venture into the tunnel we'd better begin the long walk out of the woods. We'll take a different route home, so we now make our way through the banks of bluebells, towards Doles Lane and Meadow Farm.

The path meanders along its way through the trees and bluebells. The sense of being the first to ever explore these woods is overwhelming. It's as though no-one ever walked these paths, or saw these flowers before. The only thing disturbing the silence is the sweet sound of bird-song.

The path comes to an end, blocked by waves of bluebells. So which way shall we go now? This small gap to the right looks interesting, let's take it shall we?

Ah, here we are, we found the lower stretch of Doles Lane, the part that travels along an old stream bed. From now on it is all uphill, or as the old horse-drawn wagon masters used to say, 'This will make your foal kick, it's all on the collar'.

I hope that didn't take too much out of you, that was quite a pull, wasn't it? Let's take it easy as we walk past Meadow Farm and make our way home to a well deserved drink of coffee and a chance to catch our breathe.

Here we are, home at last. Find yourself a seat and get your feet up. I'll go put the coffee pot on, do you take sugar?

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