I haven’t seen such a bluebell wood since I was in my early teens.
The scent took me straight back to East Knoyle, one of many places I lived as a child.
My first boyfriend lived a couple of miles away in the next village. We spent months making eyes at one another across the choir stalls on Sundays and at choir practice and eventually arranged a “date”. Wandering the lanes hand in hand we saw the vicar’s car approaching in the distance and hid in someone’s drive waiting until he passed – the following Sunday he quietly said to us “You forgot, cars have rear view mirrors”
We shared a few chaste kisses before my family eventually moved 40 miles away. He cycled to see me – I dumped him. What a little madam …
Richard – I’m sorry.