Bluebell woods and an apology

I haven’t seen such a bluebell wood since I was in my early teens.

Bluebells

 

The scent took me straight back to East Knoyle, one of many places I lived as a child.

Interloper

 

 

 

 

The bug

 

 

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.

8 thoughts on “Bluebell woods and an apology

  1. The other day I saw a chap called Richard wandering aimlessly down the street shouting “Maggie, Maggie, wherefore art thou Maggie?” You have created a lost soul and now you apologise after all these years!!

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