On Saturday, we headed out for a short walk around a pretty woodland area in Danbury. If you find Well Lane it comes off there. Come with me and see what delights we spied along the way.
Some fallen trees had been decorated and turned into houses.
Many a den had been built by the Scouts.
The lakes were beautiful and serene though there were few ducks to be seen.
Blossom bedecked the trees who stood listless without a breeze.
We spied some new cottage gardens outside the walls of the Danbury Palace new housing.
There were many inviting looking specimens to examine.
Further on into the woodland, Bluebells could be glimpsed.
We headed towards the beautiful, vivid, red Rhododendrons and spied new bee hives.
The old ice-house from Palace life is there as a monument to the past.
A picnic table, newly emblazoned with national pride.
A sparse carpet of Bluebells but one must tread gingerly through their blue-hued beauty to avoid damage.
The mantle of foliage upon this trunk,
A young Moorhen chick follows Mummy cheeping around the lake.
A walk is never a chore when there are beautiful sights to be seen, Nuthatches to hear and friends to accompany.
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