lavenders blue ...

The beautiful lavender bluebells of spring in the woodland. All that can be heard is the afternoon bird chorus, as the sunlight slips through the tree branches. There is magic here. I can feel it. And looking around at the ramblers, dog walkers and horse riders, I think they feel it too.







'Where ever you go...go with all your heart'
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