Next weekend, there will be a bluebell picnic up here to celebrate the marriage on Oak Apple Day of my friend Pelly's Number One Sheepwashlet. The whole village is invited.
There is a place not far from me where the bluebells are known throughout Dorset. The woods are filled with heady aromas and a dazzling array of bright colours. It is a time when the ground and sky are wearing matching outfits in a deep and lovely, glorious blue.
We soak up the beauty all around us as we head down the hill for a game of croquet with Mr and Mrs Champagne-Charlie.
Trouble in paradise.
That's about it.
Love Maddie x