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bluebell season
May. 28th, 2015 11:50 amIt's bluebell season! Well, actually, it's the end of bluebell season, which means it's high time I posted some pictures of bluebells.
These were taken on a walk around the Wenallt Hill, which is an old Iron Age hillfort just outside Cardiff, today designated as ancient woodland and a Site of Special Scientific Interest. Protected as such, and popular with walkers, because - so pretty!
Of course, I took my bluebell walk just a couple of days after a torrential rainstorm, so a lot of the bluebells in the more open areas had been squished flat by the sheer force of the rain
Deeper into the woods, though, they were more protected and preserved - some beginning to go over, while others were just coming into full flush, depending on how sheltered they were
There's something kind of magical about a bluebell wood
Pretty bluebells!
And after the walk, we had lunch at the Deri Inn and then popped across the road to a little mini garden centre, where I succumbed to temptation and bought plants, including a little fuchsia called Ernie. I'm a real sucker for plants with funky names, which is why I already have fuchsias called Lottie Hobbie, Annabelle and Paula Jane, as well as a rose called Harry Wheatcroft, aquilegia called Dragonfly and Red Hobbit and a ranunculus called Brazen Hussy. To name just a few!
These were taken on a walk around the Wenallt Hill, which is an old Iron Age hillfort just outside Cardiff, today designated as ancient woodland and a Site of Special Scientific Interest. Protected as such, and popular with walkers, because - so pretty!
Of course, I took my bluebell walk just a couple of days after a torrential rainstorm, so a lot of the bluebells in the more open areas had been squished flat by the sheer force of the rain
Deeper into the woods, though, they were more protected and preserved - some beginning to go over, while others were just coming into full flush, depending on how sheltered they were
There's something kind of magical about a bluebell wood
Pretty bluebells!
And after the walk, we had lunch at the Deri Inn and then popped across the road to a little mini garden centre, where I succumbed to temptation and bought plants, including a little fuchsia called Ernie. I'm a real sucker for plants with funky names, which is why I already have fuchsias called Lottie Hobbie, Annabelle and Paula Jane, as well as a rose called Harry Wheatcroft, aquilegia called Dragonfly and Red Hobbit and a ranunculus called Brazen Hussy. To name just a few!
