I was driving down a road in a part of mid-Norfolk I rarely visit a couple of days ago, and
noticed out of the corner of my eye a profusion of colour. The intensity of the display was
so incredibly beautiful that I nearly came to grief, but alas I didn’t have a camera with me
that day, so today I revisited the tiny, unsung Skipping Block Wood (Private!) to photograph
it. I think it would’ve been enhanced under overcast skies as the sunshine tended to bleach
some of the colour, but if the bluebells hang on for a few more days I will try and go there
again under different conditions. But for now, I hope this photo conveys just a fraction of
the incredible carpet of colour.

As for the atmosphere of the place, it was truly beautiful. Hot sunshine, interspersed with
cool shade, with just the sounds of birdsong and bees buzzing. The woodland air was full of
flitting butterflies, and a soft, ethereal drift of delicate seeds gently blowing on the
breeze. I should keep this place a secret really :)