Sunday, March 20, 2011
East Sussex, visit Pashley Manor Gardens, or even take a ride on the famous Bluebell Railway. But our memories of bluebells are from the beech-woods of Derbyshire, where they are accompanied by wild onion flowers. Yesterday we just had to dream of bluebells as snow came down on the hills a quarter of an hour's drive away from our home. Then this morning we enjoyed a lovely breakfast at our favourite Kaleden restaurant, from which the saying was taken. It fits us like a glove!