Monday, 18 April 2011

Bluebells.

I've wanted to visit this folly for sometime:
After a romp up a hill I stood before it.
I wasn't as amazed by it as I expected to be.
I wandered into the woodland and found something much more impressive:
Sadly you can't smell them.

Linda found a stick she liked:

1 comments:

Marrock said...

Never underestimate the importance of a really good stick.

I rarely go anywhere without mine.