i love this time of year, when the bluebelles are out. It reminds me of long lost weekends when we used to play in the woods, building dens and playing hide and seek etc. we were in north east derbyshire, and the land was part of the rutland estate. 000's of acres of unspoiled english woodland with bluebelles, oaks, rowan, beech, birch and clearings with bracken. they built a bypass through it, which is now self set on the banks with trees and gorse. I was told at a young age to watch out for tramps( which I thought were like wild cave men) and badgers?. if my lad went out all day like we did I'd be worried. wonderfull innoccent times.