Back with the bluebells

I'm sleeping very badly at the moment, and took myself out for an early woodland walk to try to clear my head.  Richard had Folklore Society admin to do, and - with his troublesome hay fever - is not one for walks among drifts of pollen at the moment.
The bluebells are in their prime in Woolley Wood; some are already drying out and fading, as with the lower blooms on this stem. I like the way that you can see different phases on one stem here.