Spring is bluebell time of year in England.
Woods and gardens bubble over with purple-blue droplets, speckled against a background of the brightest green.
There are those who say it is dangerous to walk amongst the bluebells. They say some never return from their wanderings, snatched away by fairies.
And if you hear the bluebells ring, it is said, you’ll die before the next morning.
I say, I’m willing to take my chances…