NOW AND THEN - DREAMING OF BLUEBELLS


 

I seem to be spending this strange year in dream land and no better place to wander than in bluebell woods. Memories of walking with my mother in Crackley Woods, with my dear friend in the wood by her home, where I was always welcome, with my brother. Another year missing and dreaming of  bluebells. 

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