The last weeks of April and the first weeks of May, give us this ancient wild phenomenon of british woods filled with the occasional and rarely found bluebells.
Sadly people walking on them is the biggest killer and gardens are being substituted with Italian bluebells. But if you are extremely lucky and manage to immerse yourself in the intense smell and extreme of Blue of the British bluebell woods in their full glory, you will trigger a memory to last permanently in that place way back that only knows good times.
These woodlands we ignore are often hundreds of years old and totally unspoilt.
Paxton Tower stood proud and lonely on its look out from above, and one feels slightly rude being there as this site is never visited. But stands without human contact for each generation to disregard.
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