Last week I visited the Forest of Dean with the hope that I would enjoy the experience of walking through a forest blanketed in English bluebells. Although the forest was lovely that day, the bluebells were not at their peak.
Yesterday, I was very fortunate to be able to return to the same forest and see loads of bluebells covering the forest floor. Looking close up, I could tell that some of the bluebells were just past their peak, but the sight from afar was not diminished.
Surprisingly, the forest was practically empty. While on Broom Hill, I and a few friends listened to an active bird population along with wind-rustled leaves. Gentle rain fell occasionally, but not enough to saturate the soil, although a few dips in the path did turn muddy. During our visit, we crossed paths with only one lady and her dog (shown in the photo above wearing her Wellies…the lady, not the dog) and one man with his two dogs carrying small logs as stick stand-ins between their teeth. How is it that such beauty is not visited by scores of people? Not that I’m complaining! But the fleeting bluebell display really is something worth seeing.