Bluebells at Manswood
It’s bluebell season again. The best time of year, not too cold and not too hot and we’re spoilt for choice between primroses, wood anemones, bluebells and wild garlic for photo opportunities.
This is one of our walks at Manswood that we did last week – we had to walk across this field of wheat and the nice farmer had cut the path so we knew where we had to go. It was actually a bit long and could do with another cut, so I’m keeping my paws crossed that someone will be cutting it again soon.
The cut wheat is a bit spiky and it’s much more fun to go boinging in the long stuff… sometimes I catch the scent of a pheasant and that’s really fun!
Here we are at the bluebell wood.
It’s blue everywhere.
Mum always takes a pocket full of treats… well, you don’t think I just sit amongst the flowers because I want to, do you?
She’s a bit slow and without treats I get bored and fidgety.
We’ve been all over and checked out the different woods here and this one is our favourite, lots of lovely bluebells and no bracken or dead trees getting in the way.
I prefer sniffing for pheasants…
I’ll stop woofing now and just show you more bluebells…
There are lots of these big holes in the woods…
And now, just for a change… a spot of wild garlic!
That’s me safe from the vampires for a while.