Bluebell Woods | Forest of Bowland
"In May, Bowland becomes a wizard’s castle. The magic is in the light that glazes lofty cliffs and tiny flowers alike.
The landscape evokes memories of Constable and Wordsworth, but these, our valleys, are secret, hidden, and what is maybe the most luxurious adjective of today’s world, they appear timeless. The dairy herds trot to the gates of an evening, hides’ details highlighted in the slanting sun as the lapwing calls above.
The forest’s canopy is a crown gilded by the most skilled artisans, baffling the eye and flooding the mind with wonder. On the roads through Whitewell, along the bouncing Hodder, through the fells and across ridges, the light dances over the land like a piano-players hands, mesmerising, hypnotising until we never want to go to sleep."