Starting our walk with Nova, the collie-dog, we turned out of our gate and on to the lane to be met with faded, dying bluebells. Not the “oh the bluebells are finished”-type dying, rather the dried-out, dehydrated-type dying. We haven’t had proper Cumbrian rain for over 8 weeks now. Maybe the shallower soil and moreContinue reading “Blue for bluebells”