Sunlight filters through down through a tracery of branches, shimmering through leaf-green, illuminating mosses and bluebells lush after rain. A cathedral of the woods. A rainy May, awash with bluebells .
We meander country roads, windows open to birdsong and the pungent smell of wild garlic. A heron stands statuesque on a plinth, a dead tree anchored in rocks. Bluebells and wild garlic are enchanting, so we forget our destination and to take to the woods,
Sunlight plays through the wood, highlighting white flowers of bird cherry, fallen trees and remnants of stone walls thick with green-gold mosses. The deep blue of bluebells is breath-taking. Tiny white flowers of wood sorrel, white stitchwort, and butterflies respond to burst of sunlight, speckled wood and orange-tip. To the east, we see the monument on Lord’s Seat and the Whitbarrow escarpment. We follow the sound of a beck, fast-flowing after days of sunlight and showers.
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