Another weekend, another trip to Clanger Wood. Although we were last here just a few short weeks ago the recent sunshine and warmer temperatures has transformed it. No need for waterproofs or even wellies we follow a now familiar path to the far end of the woods. The spot that we stumbled across last time is the destination in my mind. The destination had held the promise of hundreds of bluebells and I was eager to see if it had delivered yet. The girls, in the special way that children do, force me to slow down. They want to stop and examine everything and I can feel impatience building.
Their enthusiasm and curiosity is contagious though and before long I’m taking the time to really look all around me too. The wild flower identification book that Lyra had insisted on bringing and which we had shamefully tried to talk her out of comes in particularly useful and we all enjoy trying to spot different flowers as we walk. Each bluebell we see brings an exclamation of excitement from the girls and I can’t wait to see their faces when we get to our destination. We turn off of the main path, following a smaller trail under the trees, and then there they are. No matter how many times I see bluebells in the woods they always blow me away with their beauty. Bags are put down, cameras are brought out, wings are put on, and rules are given (stick to the trails, no standing on or picking the bluebells), and then we are off.
I think that I could happily sit amongst the bluebells forever, the scent and the colour are just so beautiful and I love the way that they transform the woods. Unfortunately my two little ones were not so keen on sitting there and so after taking about a hundred or so photos we continued our walk and headed home.