I ventured up to my local woods this morning with the fields next to me. I had heard on the grapevine that bluebells had started to appear. It was slightly overcast but it still had a touch of spring about it.
At the entrance to the woods, someone has put a black bin liner tied to the wooden fence, yet people still leave their litter on the ground just a few yards away. After putting the litter in the bag, I continued on my walk.
I followed a footpath down into the woods.
Another tree had fallen since I was here. I wonder if anyone actually sees a tree fall or does it go unnoticed? I think I'd notice though if it fell on my head!
Unfortunately, I only found a solitary bluebell. Even that was difficult to photograph as it insisted on swaying in the breeze. Hopefully, in the next week or so, I will see more. There is a beautiful blue-purple carpet on the ground when they are all out, with a lovely aroma in the air.
The pretty blossom was in bloom.
I don鈥檛 just like pretty things, I also like decaying leaves. I like their texture and colour.
I found a painted pebble on the way back stuck in the tree. It originates from Wales so I posted it on the Anglesey Rock's Facebook page as requested. I love finding these little treasures. I will definitely rehide it at some point.
