Tuesday, 15 May 2012

BlueBell Wood.

My mum lost her father when she was very young, and one of her lasting memories is of him taking her and her brothers & sister to walk in a wood filled with bluebells. Since then she has always adored these wild flowers.
In recent years we have discovered the wonder of Portglenone Forest, and it's unbelievable coverage of bluebells. One of the best in Europe someone once told us (I have no idea how true this statement is) so every year around this time we pack up the car & set off for Portglenone on our annual pilgrimage to the Bluebells.

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