Where blooms the sweet bluebell
Today is the start of a four-day weekend for me* so I’ve made a concerted effort to get out of the house so that I don’t spend the whole time hidden away in my room. So I asked my housemate if he was up for a wee walk somewhere.
Since my housemate is an avid walker, it wasn’t hard to entice him to head out. (And I think he wanted an excuse to not mow the lawn!)
The walk was through Bilston Wood, not far from the Roslin Glen I’ve spoken about before. The area (also called Bilston Glen) is well-known for a massive tree-sit campaign to save the woods from being destroyed to make way for a by-pass. It is also home to the Bilston Viaduct, Dryden Tower, and an amazing blanket of bluebells.
Of course, it was the bluebells we were there to see. And to smell. I mean—wow!—you could really smell them. It was heavenly and I wish I could share the scent with you. There was also a massive field of wild garlic that had a wonderful scent—especially as I wandered through to get a closer look at an old wall in the middle of the field.
I’ll leave the photos to tell the rest of the story, and will ask forgiveness once again for not appropriately naming all of the pretty nature-y things.
Note: The title of this post comes from lyrics in the traditional Scottish song, Blue Bells of Scotland. (If you wondered.)
* It’s a four-day weekend in that the office will be closed, but I will actually be getting (at least some) work done at home on Monday and Tuesday. I’m a good girl like that.