The bluebells have been spectacular this year. So yesterday I remembered to take my camera.
These really are beautiful beech woods and whenever I run along the footpaths I feel very fortunate. Whatever the shape I am in, however laboured the effort, it doesn't matter. Just being here, being able to move, to breath and to listen, is enough. (listening refers particularly to the birdsong , which can often fill the air).
The best time to run is fairly early in the morning before most people arrive. When it is quieter it is common to see the deer, as in this photo.
In parts of the wood there is just a carpet of blue.
At other times it looks like a lake.