Bluebell Magic in The Woods

It's that time of year again. Each spring I have to go to the woods and visit the bluebells.  As I was driving through the country lanes one afternoon, I spied a few bluebells nodding their heads by the edge of the hedgerow and it reminded me that it must be bluebell time again. We're so lucky to be living in rural Kent where there are many ancient woodlands carpeted with bluebells. I took a short detour home through the lanes to my favourite bluebell woodland and I wasn't disappointed!

Each year the mass of blue flowers seems even more vibrant than the last.  This year the wild garlic was in abundance, its pungent but not unpleasant scent, mingling in with the perfumed bluebells.All was quiet in the lane. I had parked my car and switched off the engine. I couldn't resist jumping out and taking some photos to share with you here, then stayed a moment longer to breathe in the beauty of the woodland bluebells until next year.