It’s bluebell season, and my Instagram feed has exploded with gorgeous images of beautiful, misty bluebell woods. Sadly, there are no bluebell woods in Richmond Park - the delicate flowers would probably be trampled/eaten by deer - so I’ve never had the opportunity to photograph them. Driving for miles into the shires just to grab a couple of shots does really appeal to me either, so I’ve always felt that I’d have to wait for an opportunity when I’m not in London. At the beginning of the week I drove up to Lancashire to visit my Mum who (thanks to COVID) I hadn’t seen since November. I always take my camera up north with me, but never come away with any photographs. Until now that is. I found a lovely little bluebell wood just a 15 minute walk from the house. The weather was a bit wild and windy, and there was definitely not going to be any mist while I was up there, but I did get up for first light one morning, and came away with a shot that I’m quite pleased with.
It’s worth noting that bluebells are very delicate. It’s important to stick to the paths in bluebell woods as they are easily damaged.
Bluebell wood - Lancashire 11/05/21