Day #118 - Barefoot in Bluebells

Every alternate weekend as a child was spent visiting my Grandparents in Kent. Most family walks and excursions were during those weekends away from home. Bluebell wood, near Cranbrook, was a sight so magical, I thought it was unique to Kent. That smell and the sounds I tagged to it, stayed imprinted in my memory and I associated it to my Grandparents and time spent with them. I was quite old before I realised that these woods were everywhere and a sight to look forward to and make time to visit each year.


Hitchwood is right on my doorstep, it was beautiful there today, my favourite shade of blue stretches far and wide, just when you think you've seen it all, you are drawn by an unseen little fuzz of blue, which opens out into another glorious and surprising expanse of intense colour, it's hard to do the fabulous sight justice. I wish I could have uploaded the heavy scent that surrounded me and the sound of distant echos of children excitedly running ahead of their parents, as their need to see more grabbed both their enthusiasm and their energy. This is a very special place...alone with my memories and my camera, for the time I was there, it was all mine.


#4 in Explore, 30 April 2007


In memory of '&e' with much love ((xXx))


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Taken on May 5, 2007