King's Wood

[squirmelia]

When I had visited King's Wood in Kent before, it was in the middle of winter and I was unimpressed by the wooden sculptures that formed a children's play area.

But this time was different..

Amongst the trees, there were bluebells everywhere you looked, such a density, and where they formed a thick carpet, the scent was overwhelmingly glorious. I was in awe. The bluebells seemed so utterly magical and beautiful and I felt deliriously happy.

Those moments just don't happen often enough, so tell me about the last time you couldn't stop saying "wow"?

Comments

[mair_in_grenderich]

looks like you're right that they don't happen often enough :/

[the-elyan.livejournal.com]

Most of the last week, on public transport in the Highlands. If I had to pick one moment, the view as we rounded the headland at Igridil on Skye, and looked down from several hundred feet onto Uig Bay, with ten miles of sunsparks all the way across to the Vatternish Peninsula. I wish I'd had someone to gape in synch with at that moment. Mush of the travel was like that though...

The south doesn't have enough stuff like that, though Cornwall has its moments...

[the-elyan.livejournal.com]

By the way, if you like bluebells in woods, there's the most fabulous picture by Paul Evans (http://www.paulevans-artist.co.uk) of the wonderfully-named Dollop's Wood outside Polstead in Sussex. It's on the back cover of his book Horizons - next time I'm at the gallery in lavenham, I'll see if there's a card of it to send you.

[illaor.livejournal.com]

It was one of those strange nights when the city is dead and the only sound is the wind sighing through the streets. I was walking alone through empty streets, turned a corner and there was a fox standing in the road. We both stopped dead, stood for a moment and went our seperate ways.

After it was out of sight the city came back to life and traffic returned to the roads and pavements. But for that one moment the fox and I had a city to ourselves.

[prosepina.livejournal.com]

So pretty. I recall twenty years ago or more stumbling into a glade of blubells in a wood in Bath at an age where I knew faerie magic was all about me. Bliss.