Late evening sunlight, shafting through a blue bell wood, must be one of the loveliest sights in England. A dreamy place to be especially at the end of a busy day. But made even more so by the route to and fro. For the meadows were full of ladysmock and two pure white swans performed a special flypast for us before swooping and curling down to the river.
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