A few bluebells and a gravestone
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Seeing a lovely bluebell wood picture from Jane Goodall, I was anxious to know where exactly the wood was. A quick bit of googling showed it to be only about a quarter of an hour from my door, so we went there on a late Sunday afternoon and took a few pictures. The sun was filtering through the fresh beech leaves and the wood was a calm tidy place, giving space for the blankets of blue bells, now reaching the end of their flowering. A few more abstract images follow the main bluebell ones. Afterwards we went down to the tiny church at Strethall, which lies off the beaten track, in a farmyard. Here we saw a rather interesting grave.