Blues

I paid my parents a visit today to record another instalment of my Dad's oral history. This time it was mainly his National Service in the Maldives, which wasn't a bad gig. On the way I took the scenic route and these bluebells caught my eye so I stopped and took a few shots while the dogs waited in the car wondering what I was up to as I waded through the undergrowth, sustaining several nettle stings in the process. I lost my lens cap amongst the bluebells and then, amazingly, as I was about to drive off I found it again! Anyway, Dad told some good tales with lots of nice little details I can use (and some maybe I shouldn't) - and Mum cooked a lovely lunch :)