Kerrie Ann Gardner | Bluebells
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Sunset over Bluebells.


Between Charmouth and Lyme Regis lies a section of cliff known as The Spittles. In late April, the woodland there becomes awash with bluebells and birdsong. Bluebells are one of my favourite flowers and every year I make my annual pilgrimage to a bluebell woodland to gaze at their beauty.

In 2014, I visited The Spittles at sunset. As the area is high up, the setting sunlight lingers longer there than it does in many other woodlands. That is how I learned that bluebells are only blue at certain times of the day. If you visit an elevated patch of bluebell woodland at sundown, the flowers actually turn a vivid magenta.




June 28, 2015