At the end of the road, a path through the palace gates leads you over cobblestones, past a golden sandstone chapel and on into the deep woods. A choir of spring birds fills the air with bursts and waves of song, and high overhead the soft newborn leaves flutter in a sun warmed breeze. If you follow the path onwards, it will lead you through the trees, deeper and deeper into the ancient woodland. Here in the deep heart of the woods, bluebells burst like ocean waves across the earth floor.
They rise miraculous, like asparagus spears, piercing the soft dark skin of the earth. Sunlight peels the bells open and paints them vivid blue, and their sweet scent swirls in clouds into the still air. Sitting here among the bluebells, in the dappled shade of the trees feels like falling into a scented dream. This scene is as ancient as our ancestors, yet repeats fresh and entrancing each year, for just a few short weeks in Spring.
No visit to the bluebell woods is ever the same. Each day new flowers will have burst open, different bird tunes wave through the air, and the light and warmth shifts hour by hour. Each moment begs to be noticed, to be drunk in and savoured, before it passes into the next. To be truly alive, to have your senses wide open, is easy in this timeless beautiful space. Waves of fresh inspiration roll through these woods, and if you let them they will roll through your mind too. Little bells of creative delight, ringing out from the ancient heart of the forest. Can you hear their tune, and their message to surrender to your wild creative passions?
One of the markers of ancient woodland, there are many places across the UK where you can enjoy the bluebells. These photos were taken in Dalkeith Country Park, one of our regular dog walks. Click the link to find out where else you can enjoy the bluebell woods.