I’ve written before about how much I love the wood behind my parent’s house. It is beautiful all year round, but at this time of year it really shows off. A river of bluebells carpets the wood, and even though I have seen it every year for the past 26, it never fails to impress me. There is something comforting about the fact that no matter what each year brings, the bluebells always reappear.
I was in desperate need of some new pictures of Mort for this blog, so me, Mort and my sister went in search of bluebells. And just when I thought Mort couldn’t get anymore photogenic, we added some bluebells to the mix.
Prepare to be sickened by a ridiculously handsome beast.