Feeling blue (nature in colourful bloom)

I am somewhat predisposed to bouts of moody muttering when something distresses me. So having to leave Jersey once again to return to the mainland after a far too short hit-and-run holiday is a sure-fire way to get me in the doldrums.

On the return home, we dropped in on Wifey’s Gran’s house. We took Gran and Sam, her loveable old mutt, to this wonderful bluebell wood she wanted us to see down the road, in the heart of the Dorset countryside.

It isn’t a walk across a deserted sun-dappled beach.
It isn’t an effervescent stride along secluded coves and cliff paths
But it was just the tonic to help soothe away the homesick blues.
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