There is a phenomenon that happens here in the UK every late spring that I have singularly failed to capture with my camera before, and I've spent quite a lot of time trying. Over seventy percent of the world's common, or English, bluebells grow on these islands. This has given rise to, what has become known as bluebell woods. It's where bluebells carpet the floor of a wooded area, just for a couple of weeks, taking over, out-doing the grass and other forest-floor plants. Obviously, I've seen this lots of times but I've always been disappointed, mainly because it's been a few bluebells just giving a hint of what might have been and never ever the full show. I've been to woods on the Quantock Hills, the Mendips, the Blackdowns and the Poldens, I've been to woodland areas that people claim to be spectacular, and each time it's never lived up to the billing.
Last week I had a message from my friend Becky. She said that she had been to a place called Blackbury Camp in Devon and that the bluebells there were well worth taking a look at, oh and don't forget to take your camera! On Saturday afternoon I set off and headed for East Devon's coast. I'd never been to Blackbury Camp before but it was very easy to find. I parked, walked into the woods and was astonished.
And this was only the beginning.
|The colours of the fresh beech leaves and the light of a gorgeous afternoon, drifting down through the trees, really added to the effect.|
|I think this is my favourite, but, you decide.|