The bluebell hunt has become an annual pilgrimage for us. Bluebells are such a beautiful flower and when they bloom en masse, they produce a blanket of colour which is quite breathtaking to see. We are lucky that we don’t have to travel too far to find them as we live just a few miles from Bredon Hill, a hill which was once part of the Cotswolds and now lies on the edge of the Cotswolds not far from the town of Evesham in Worcestershire.
Bredon Hill is a place that we have been regularly exploring for many years and we are lucky to have an area of such outstanding beauty practically on our doorstep.
There are many walks around, up and across the hill to choose from and if you make it to the top, the views are well worth the climb. Walking up the hill, there is woodland and open space and the chance to see a nature at it’s very best. We often see a herd of deer that roam the hill and the surrounding countryside.
This time, it was all about the bluebells. The flowers grow in the woodland as ancient woodland is where you will find most bluebells as the conditions are perfect for them to thrive. The sun was shining and it really was the perfect day for a stroll. We soon found our first patch of bluebells and as they form a bright blue blanket, it is hard not to see them.
They really are beautiful and my daughter was amazing at finding paths through them to avoid treading on any of the precious flowers after I told her that they are a protected flower.
My daughter was on the lookout for a white bluebell. Apparently, the white ones belong to the fairies and last year there were quite a few but alas this year there weren’t any white at all. But we did find some other flowers and we kept looking up and finding beautiful blossom which made up for it. It is always worth looking up, especially when the sky is as blue as this.
We couldn’t leave the bluebells behind without a couple of photos with my daughter in the bluebells …
… but she was keen to get behind the camera and she took the camera and took some lovely shots of her own.
And then on the way home, we finally spotted the elusive white bluebells in a ladies garden at the bottom of the hill. She very kindly let A take a photo of them.
As always, we loved our stroll through the bluebells and it is quite sad that soon they will disappear again for another year but if you are quick, you might just get to see them.