Bank Holidays are a bit of a non-event in our house. Woody has to work, being a freelancer, but it does mean I get a special day with my boys and I had a plan in mind.
Inspired by some fabulous blog posts this weekend, especially Lucy and Kazzie, I realised it was now or never if we were going to have chance to see the bluebells in the beech woods.
This is one of my favourite sights in the whole, entire world. My two little chaps racing through the trees, whopping and wheeling, thrilled with the joy of the open air and the magic of the woods.
And here they are. Not so thick and carpet like in our local woodland, perhaps because it has lots of holly and denser cover than a true beech wood, but ever so glorious anyway. That etheral, floaty, blue haze is precious.
Treasure hunting is always fun. Moss as soft as a kitten I was told.
And of course you have to explore the stream - and get soaking wet.
Now its pouring down, grey, chilly and pretty autumnal to be honest so we're coseyed in watching dragon films and eating flapjack. So glad we managed to squeeze in our May morning.