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Its a delicious twenty degrees and the sun sits high and bright in the gentlest blue sky as we drive into the countryside. The continuous cascade of shadows that fall from the trees onto the roads flit by and produce an oddly calming effect as we zip down these roads. Winding the window down the woodsmoke fills the air, although I do then wonder what warrants a hot fire when the outside temperature requires only relatively light clothing?

Driving through the tree tunnels and through little villages and small towns feels almost like our life, our existence is returing to “normal” again. Families, friends, aquaintances are sat outside eating and drinking items and sighing a thank heavens that for once they will not be the cook or the dishwasher themselves. From the outside you would be forgiven for believing that the hustle and bustle of table service is also going on inside these venues, but alas we are not yet at that point of freedom yet.

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After a leisurely start earlier in the day including breakfast in bed made by my kind and wonderful husband Kevin, we felt the need to get out and explore close to home. It just so happens to be bluebell season here in the South East of England, and is one of the prettiest times of the year for walks in the woods. Whilst usually we would visit Kings Wood, my lovely husband happened across an article on Facebook about an Historic Home called Hole Park Gardens with the most beautiful garden filled with bluebell flowers.

Bluebells are a protected species by law here in the UK and when you look at them you can tell why, uprooting them can get you in trouble and selling them comes with a fine of £5 thousand pounds. One of the most beautiful facts is that they grow their best in ancient woodlands, which shares my belief that the rarest of beauty is found as age becomes closer.

The Bluebell is the sweetest flower
That waves in summer air:
Its blossoms have the mightiest power
To soothe my spirit’s care.

– Emily Bronte in 1846.

The home (owned by the Barham family), was reconstructed in 1959 and remains a family home and therefore is not open for viewing, however the gardens are open for a very reasonable fee and well worth the visit. Picnics can be had in designated areas, they have great bathroom facilities, and most importantly they serve the best cream tea.

We set off on the garden walk pleasantly surprised by the not only the beauty of all the flowers and greenery, but because it offered a few different routes including some nice elevations and stairs that wound through the Garlic Walk. Yes, a Garlic Walk and yes it does smell like the inside of an Italian kitchen – the smell of garlic was definitely evident but made for an impressive and green-filled walk.

The bluebells certainly were a sight to behold and I am afraid photos just don’t do it justice, like a carpet of colour the flowers stretch out across each side of the path and the sunbeams that stream through the trees seem to illuminate their almost magical colour.

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Mackenzie loved the walk, but was most impressed by the wooden swings that were found toward the end of the walk and I am sure if she could she would have stayed there half the day. Definitely a worthwhile activty, swinging away the worries of the week.

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