England's. Bluebells

Evening Post, Volume CXVI, Issue 49, 26 August 1933, Page 9

England's. Bluebells

To find tho bluebells in their most romantic setting you must climb out of Darley Dale towards Winster by the road that leads past tho lead mines to three woods, says a writer in the "Manchester Guardian." Here Nature prepares you for entrance into her fairyland. The first wood is hardly to be so called. The trees arc well spaced out and the bluebells take their place as ono among many flowers blooming luxuriantly in the grass. In the second wood the trees aro thicker and the sunlight makes patterns on a carpet of I'iastcrn blue, for here tho bluebells have it all to themselves. As you follow the grassy track into the third wood, leaving the beeches and the elms for pines, an almost unbeliov-1 able colour breaks on youv sight. But, like the blue of the sea on postcards of the Riviera, it really is true. Thousands upon thousands of bluebells are massed together so tightly that when you stand among them and look down the ground is hidden, though they stand a full eighteen inches from the floor of the wood. The colour is so brilliant that Van Gogh would have loved to paint it. It dazzles the eye and takes the breath away. It exists of itself, for the sun scarcely filters through, and if you look up from the ground to tho trees you would swear the trunks were purple too. It is. it strange manifestation of the richness of spring, and an awesome one, so that it is almost a relief to enmc out into the sun again, and the fresh green fields.