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We didn't buy a house . . .

bluebell wood

11 years ago we came to view Sunnyside.

We were fleeing from a house bedeviled with boundary disputes which had come to feel unsafe.

We were looking for somewhere to settle with land and possibilities. We were dreaming of an idyll.

We spent about 20 minutes in the house - a 1980s bungalow with tiny rooms and aluminium windows - which was just about as far from our dream house as it was possible to be.

Then we spent almost 2 hours in the bluebell wood beneath the house, walking down towards the Altquhir burn which runs through the bottom of the garden.

We didn't buy a house that day, we bought a wood of shimmering blue.

bluebell wood

Then it all slipped away.

A couple of years ago several months of heavy rain turned the fields behind the house into a slurry like mix and one stormy night they slipped. The fields, with about 40 trees clinging on, tumbled down into the raging river and were swept away. The bluebells were covered with a couple of feet of wet clay.

bluebell wood

Last year they struggled, we couldn't get down to the river as the ground was like quicksand underfoot, but we could see that there were not many bluebells. I cried.

But this year they have returned - the wood may have be half the size but the bluebells are back carpeting everything in a shimmering haze.

Alder seedlings are sprouting - within my lifetime it will all be back, a multi layed natural wood.

Comments: 3 (Add)

smitoniusandsonata on May 6 2014 at 13:58

I'm so glad you haven't lost it completely and that wonderful carpet of singing blue is recovering . Bluebell Woods are magical

Laurelei on May 6 2014 at 14:10

This made me cry. How heartbreaking, and filled with the promise of healing.

Jeannine on May 7 2014 at 16:17

They were just waiting to see you again. Lots of rains here in the Pacific Northwest this year. Lush perennials but a slow cold start. Enjoy your season.

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