So there we are three adults walking calmly down the road to the patch of waste ground between the houses in the road we live in. Sneaking down the side of the electricity storage thingy. Through the barbed wire carefully, all three tripping on the same bramble as we fold ourselves in two to get between the wires!Down the deep slope, through the nettles, lucky me I've jeans on, the other two both in shorts.... oh dear!
Down to the base of the hill to be treated to the wonderful bluebell wood. The sun has come back out and glistens in patches on the bells through the dappled leaves.
There are some patches where the trees thin out and there the bluebells are a much richer blue than under the trees.Walking to the end, climbing through more wire onto the private field. Will we get caught us three naughty people all in our late 50s!
No we're lucky ,no shouting neighbour yelling at us. Back along the top of the hill, over the wire fence, heaving ourselves onto the decking and up the steps to sit down at the table in the sun catching our breathe in their garden
Couldn't have been us, we're not that daft, must have been some naughty kids, we're just sitting in the afternoon drinking tea and coffee and eating cake.....
Oooooops maybe the photos give it away!
