And there they were, just like magic, so beautiful, carpeting the woods.
The annual bluebell woods walk out from Meavy Green. Past Marchant's Cross and round Yeo Farm with glimpses of blue in the fields ahead. Then over the stile and there they all were, just as they should be, like magic. And the yellow dotted path winding through. Out and on to Sheepstor village before Maiden Tor and the ascent. The summit provided suitable shelter from the breeze for a cuppa. Then down and over the dams to the Royal Oak. They were leaving so a peaceful evening ensued.