We have been walking in our local bluebell woods today. Living in Surrey, the most densely wooded county in England, we have lots to choose from, but this afternoon we were close to home. As well as the visual treat of seeing the bluebells spreading out in waves beneath a canopy of the softest green leaves with the sun filtering through, the other sensory delight of walking through a bluebell wood is the smell or scent (impossible to describe, it just has to be experienced), especially when the ground is damp after rain. We had a good downpour last night which left puddles in the hollows and made the steep paths slippery in places.
In addition to bluebells we also saw three more of my favourite wildflowers: Greater stitchwort (Stellaria holostea), an ancient woodland indicator; Lady’s smock (Cardamine pratensis), found in damp, swampy places; and Cowslip (Primula veris), running to seed now but so good to see in such abundance this year.
We have a May Day Bank Holiday tomorrow and have plans to go further afield and walk among more bluebells. I can hardly wait.