Tales from bluebell wood

Its that time when we wait for the first Cuckoo or Swallow 

and of masses of Bluebells, the British variety here in our ancient woodand

not the pesky Spanish infiltrator.

The boys opted for a bit of woodland management but gave up on account it was too heavy.

Instead they fought the temptation to pick flowers

and joining Spotty2 in the river.

Our swimming pool has silted up which is a bit of a shame, its also fenced off so a bit inaccessible. 

Pooh sticks kept them entertained for a while.

Back at the ranch

more work (45 mins) done on the new building. At this rate the grand opening will be 2044.

Which is OK as having just had the quote for the roof I need to grow a spare kidney and sell it

to pay for it.