However come Sunday morning we did get to the woods and the last weeks stresses faded away.
We live right on the edge of the Chilterns and this wood is rated one of the best in the country for bluebells. This is not patches of bluebells, you have to believe me the floor of the wood is a comlpete carpet of them. With one main path through the middle and smaller ones made by deer tracking around in various directions.
The scent is heady, it being a slightly damp morning as the sun comes through the new beech leaves the perfume is released. In clearing at the edges of the wood the owner has constructed these wigwams from fallen branches for children to play in.
Blue as far as the eye can see.