A Walk with the wolves and bluebells

This time of the year should be sunny with a little rain, pleasantly warm and a little cool; most of all theer should be primroses and bluebells in the woods.  As statement of fact that England has bluebells in late April and early May.  This year we were pleased to see them in Speldhurst but they were not yet in full lavender bloom so when we walked in the hills around Hucking in Kent we saw plenty. 

One could wax romantic about them and naturally associated with Spring we expect beauty and a wonderful display of color.  We can imagine nympths cavorting with dryads among the forest flowers if we imagine hard enough.  What spoils the image is the cold weather that gusts in and out of the warm sunshine allowing briefly the warmth to release the aroma and to shine on the flower through the pristine newly sprung leaves that dapples the sunlight and gives that misty glow of myriad blooms dangling on their waxy stems. Cor!

The woodland trust manages the area traditionally mixing cattle and sheep grazing with natural woodland growth. The result is the increasing numbers of birds and the wonderful native flora (not the margerine) that is abundant throughout the season. 

So we got our Bluebells and although the walk was pleasant we had lunch outside and it wasn't.  Lunch was excellent but being outside where the smokers go because we could not take the wolf in with us was the hard bit. Zoid the dog is a good if somewhat demanding companion who thinks he is a wolf out on a hunt. (Twit)

However, the day although it turned wet and cold in the afternoon was pleasant and worth the trip.  Bear in mind that now we just look at the bluebells and wonder at the carpet of blossom - when I was a child it was quite common to gather the flowers in bundles to take home and for a time have them sending out their musty aroma to fill the air.  We also picked primroses but thenn the forest floor was carpeted with the blighters, and I suppose because people also took planst as well there seem to be less. 

I like the idea of leaving them untouched except by cameras, insects and our inquisitive eyes.