This weekend is perfect for bluebells. Sunny. Warm. Cool in the trees.
England is the best country in the world to find them. And Essex is the best county. Cause we have so much ancient woodland. That's what bluebells like. Old English!
The thing I like is how the stems and flowers grow up to expose little trails, no wider than 12 or 18 inches, that show animal tracks. They're not so obvious the rest of the year. Follow them... and they often lead to a stream or a wooded dell. A little bit a magic.