A couple of days ago we visited Kate’s sister at Harbottle. It’s an enchanting village, quite remote at the upper end of Coquetdale, where spring flowers are still to be found in full bloom at the end of May. I’ve never seen clematis look so enchanting. The air was full of their delicate blossom and they looked like jewelled ropes strewn over the grey stone walls. The beech and oak woods were full of bluebells: this made for a slow walk with the dog as we just had to stop for photographs.
It was the very start of spring (mid April) when we arrived in Sweden. Opposite our bedroom window at Valla Folkhögskola in Linköping there’s a south facing bank of wild flowers beneath an avenue of trees. One morning in late April the light was just perfect and, with the ground being dry, I just had to go out and lie down amongst the flowers to take some pictures. There were carpets of daisies, scilla, vitsipporna (wood-anemony) and gullvivorna (cowslips). I’ll never forget the vitsipporna blossoming in Vallaskogen this year: they looked like gentle drifts of snow.
Spring in England means beautiful walks through fresh green fields, along woodland paths between hedgerows rich with blossoms and flowers. Last weekend didn’t disappoint. Richard and Angela took us out to Badby woods and along the Nene Valley in rural Northamptonshire.
Bradby is a hidden part of the Cotswolds where the old woods are absolutely full of bluebells at this time of the year. We had a walk through the overcast and occasional rain (it is Spring!). Beech trees, sycamore, oaks and Scots pine shade thousands and thousands of flowers. A fine place for foxes to be out wandering. Then plenty of time for us to enjoy a quiet beer in a village pub before driving home …
My camera phone has done the countryside some justice, I think. It was rather tricky light and a very basic camera so don’t expect a sharp image if you try and enlarge them.