Down Among The Bluebells…
We are lucky enough to live in a rather picturesque part of the country. Granted, we don’t always get the nicer, warmer weather of the south of England but we are within a short driving distance of beaches, woodlands, countryside and plenty more. It’s funny though, despite the fact we live so close to such beautiful places we don’t always take advantage of them. In fact, for the past few years we’ve almost managed to miss bluebell season only remembering at the very last minute to head out and experience them!
So this year I was determined not to make same mistake and when we had some free time on a mild Saturday morning, we headed to the nearby Fairy Glen in Parbold and had a wander to see what we could find. I’ve mentioned the Fairy Glen before on here, it’s a lovely little place and one I would definitely recommend exploring if you are local to the area or visiting. Our trip was one of those days where everything just works together and works together well. I was on my own with the kids which is usually a cue for one of them deciding to play up but they were both more than happy to don their wellies and come on an adventure. Even the dog managed to stay out of mischief and we achieved the most blissful walk.
It was made even better, if that could be possible, by the discovery of a fairy door nestled away in one of the trees. Meg was over the moon and insisted that we find and leave some flowers for the fairy in case they needed to find their way back. Naturally we tried to find flowers which had already been plucked from the ground, rather than destroying any perfectly pretty flowers ourselves.
Once we had reached the bluebells we had a quick look around and then decided to slowly amble back towards the car; I think you can cross over a style and head further into the glen and we certainly saw a number of people armed with picnic baskets heading that way but we’ve never headed that way, I definitely think that’s something we should do next time as I’m curious where it all leads.
The kids waded back through the water and it was definitely the right time to go as it had started to get a little busier. I think people had initially been caught out by the warm weather but we really got to make the most of having the glen to ourselves. Meg nearly went over once or twice in the creek, and had to empty a whole torrent of water out of one of her wellies when we got back to the car but overall I think we achieved a wonderful and magical walk down among the bluebells.