Spring is not spring in my eyes, until we have been on an adventure in our local bluebell woods. Not only does it provide the children with a few hours of FREE entertainment, but it is also a photographers dream.
You cannot deny that there is something magical about bluebell woods and I wonder if it is the fact that they are mainly found in “ancient” woodland, that gives them this magical quality. I always try to imagine what tales the wood could tell us, after being there 100′s of years. I wonder whether magic, mystery or terrible murder has been committed at some point, under its leafy green canopy.