Our May entry for Alastair Humphreys' Year of Microadventure was our warmest night out so far this year!
One sunny evening, we went down to the bluebell wood.
We wandered along wide gravel paths, between tall trees, beneath new spring leaves . . .
. . . until we came to the other side.
We lay down among the bluebells, listening to owls and the chimes of a distant church.
We stared at the sky until the stars came out and we fell asleep.
The next morning, we woke to the dawn chorus.
Mist tumbled up over the fields, leaving a dew drop on each blade of grass . . .
. . . but it didn’t reach us, snug in our bivvies.
The sun rose . . .
. . . drenching the fields and woods in syrupy light.
The bluebells glowed magenta.
It was magical.
We broke camp . . .
. . . leaving no trace but a dimple in the fallen leaves . . .
. . . and found a bench overlooking the fields.
We watched the morning unfold as we made tea and breakfast.
What a beautiful view.
How lucky we are to be here.
Soon it was time to go back down through the woods, and home.
Read about our previous entries in the 2015 Year of Microadventure - January, February, March and April. This microadventure cost about £1.46 for two of us, including food, drink and petrol.
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