One of the most beautiful sights in England at this time of the year are the bluebells. Almost hidden under trees in small woods. I feel close to nature. Tripping over roots and rabbit holes adds to this magical adventure. They feel ancient, as if time has stood still, in their damp haven hidden from light. We sat under the large boughs of old oaks, Our hosts singing beautifully, few things are so simple and fun.
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