Now that really was something very special!
The Holwell bluebells can never, ever have been better.
First to admire Swallerton Cross then up a very busy Hound Tor with the sun high in the sky.
To the medieval village and over to Greator.
Then into the infinite bluebells.
Great swathes of them everywhere.
To find a nice jump for a sit and a cuppa.
Slowly, slowly down wanting the journey to last forever.
To cross the Becka Brook on the lovely clapper bridge.
And up to the tramway with views afar.
It seems the bluebells have decided to colonise this side of the valley as well.
To Smallacombe as the sun so, so reluctantly found a way to slowly set.
Down the down and up the up to make our way back.
The light at this time of year is truly amazing.
On to the Rugglestone to get a pint from the hatch just as we used to so long ago.