I'm having to write a second post about Bluebell Woods because this morning I suddenly realized I had forgotten to write about one of the most memorable aspects of the woods: the SMELL of the bluebells! a totally intoxicating, overpowering and nostalgic smell. If you are not familiar with bluebells, think of the smell of a hyacinth when you grow it in a pot and it flowers in your living-room (they are, of course, wild hyacinths) and multiply that by a few million.
I could have just edited the previous post but felt the smell deserved its own one. A thought, why is it when you write the word "smell" you associate it with something unpleasant? The bluebell smell is far from that- and to describe it as "perfume" or "scent" sounds too urban to me. There are a lot of other overpowering, early Summer flowers at this time- I will reserve that for another day. Have you got any favorites, pleasant or unpleasant?