Bluebells, Beauty, Bridges

We have enjoyed a few days with family in Sussex.  I just had to go the Bluebell woods near to our old home where we played as children and have enjoyed the vivid blue and heavenly scent of the bluebells every year.  They are past their best just now, but the smell was still lovely and in the dappled sunshine through the mixed woodland canopy, the glorious colour glowed, I’m afraid my photos don’t do them justice.

Jumble and Meg enjoyed the stream, chasing each other in a brief spurt of energy for two old dogs.

It was lovely to be back in familiar beautiful surroundings, wandering the footpaths, across meadows to the woods.

And then back along the Cuckoo Trail, the old southern railway line which ran from Eastbourne to Tunbridge Wells, and is now a well used trail with walkers, cyclists and horse riders.

It could almost have been a canal, a tree-lined route with bridges, embankments, cuttings and cow parsley everywhere.  Lovely.