Blackbury bluebells

Last weekend I went to Blackbury Camp, an iron age hill fort in East Devon. Iron age puts it between 800 BC and 100 AD, and Blackbury is one of several similar in the south of England. The hill fort is around 200 by 300 metres and roughly oval and has ramparts constructed from flint and clay. It has stunning views over the surrounding woodland and pastures, and is now looked after by English Heritage.

I’ve been before but this time was really special, here’s why!

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It’s bluebell time, and this little place has the most perfect bluebell wood I’ve ever seen! Come and join me for a stroll.

I hope you enjoyed the view, I was overwhelmed by it’s beauty.

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Most fragrant treasure

carpets a wood nymph’s haven

relentlessly blue

 

 

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40 thoughts on “Blackbury bluebells

  1. Oh. Just oh Gilly. No wait. Were you tempted to lay down among the bluebells and search for the wee faerie folk ??? Because did you know that – Fairies are called to their midnight dances by ringing these little bells on bluebells.Bluebells are said to represent kindness and therefore are the most potent of the Faery flowers. But be careful because they are also called “warning bells” – it has been thought that when one hears a bluebell ring they will soon die. Bluebells warn those who are about to travel into a bluebell glade, for these are places of consecrated Faery magick and enchantment, so you best be warned and on your best behaviour. When next Beltane Eve comes around, make an ankle bracelet of bluebells and jingle bells and then wait and see if they attract the helpful fae folk to you.

    1. Ahh yes the faery folk in this place are very ancient, wise ones, but they would recognise a kindred spirit, so hopefully I’ll be safe. Just to be sure I’ll make a spell πŸ™‚

  2. Such a special place, definitely Faerie folk there! I guess I will miss the bluebells, but I am so glad to have seen them through your eyes Gilly … it is an awesome phenomenon…. truly a carpet of bluebells!

  3. Gilly, words fail me! I have never seen a Bluebell wood(or is it glade?)Such a glorious carpet of blue in a misty world of soft green. Those banks of blue are surely painted by a fairy painter.

  4. As a onetime student of prehistory, I know just how excited archaeologists get about crop marks showing up underground structures – but ramparts delineated by bluebells – that truly is special.

  5. Love the pictures. Looks like a magical place. Something that looks straight from a fairty tale book with all the flowers with tall trees as a background. You must’ve felt like skipping strolling towards those path. πŸ˜€

  6. We are so lucky, Gilly, when it comes to nature. Snowdrops, daffs, bluebells for carpets and blossom for a roof πŸ™‚ For me, heather time on the moors is Summer’s standout treat.

  7. Just popped over from Sue’s to remind myself. πŸ™‚ I was in bluebell woods in Durham yesterday. Totally fabulous! I hope my photos are as good as yours, Gilly πŸ™‚
    Reading old comments is strange, isn’t it? There’s Jo with her fairies, and lovely Meredith, who doesn’t blog anymore. And Christine, of course. I’ll do my walk for her again tomorrow, after t’ai chi, if the weather is fine. Hugs, Gilly!

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