I last visited this Iron Age hillfort at the end of March (see here), and have just returned to see the bluebells at their peak of perfection, on a very chilly but bright morning. In past years I was saddened to see those on the lawns much crushed by thoughtless selfie- takers, but these notices seem to have done the trick:
I took both infrared and colour photos during my wanderings over the camp and the adjoining woods – I wasn’t sure about the IR but quite liked the effect!
I know these photos only convey a small part of the atmosphere of an English bluebell wood in spring – you can’t smell the wonderful perfume or hear the birds singing, or feel the breeze on your face – but I hope they give you an inkling of what a natural treasure we have here!
near Beer, England, United Kingdom