One of my favourite springtime traditions is to visit the woods when the bluebells are out. Around mid-April, I start to closely monitor the bluebells in our own garden. Once they reach their peak, I know that the bluebells in the woods are starting to come out and it’s time to plan a visit with The Boy. We usually take the train to Kingham and walk around Foxholes Woods which always has a stunning display of bluebells, but this year we just cycled a few miles from home to Wytham Wood.
I’d visited this beautiful place many times before and shared pictures from some of these visits here: when autumn was just arriving, and in the height of summer. But I had never seen it when the forest floor is literally covered in bluebells.
It was amazing! Groups of bluebells were everywhere and in some cases there were so many of them that it looked as if they formed a densely woven carpet. We discovered a little clearing in the woods that worked as a suntrap; the bluebells there were bathed in the warm afternoon light. I was actually speechless, which according to my boyfriend is something that never happens. The only word I can think to describe it is heavenly!