The Art Class: springmix 6


I was determined to get to the Bluebell woods this year…Last year the sweeps of May Blues were decimated by the freak salt storms which frazzled every Spring thing to a crunchy dull brown. But it almost made mutiny. What was hot and sunny in our village, proved to be the coldest wind whipping down from Jura through the woods only 15 minutes drive away. We weren’t prepared for the freeze, and the thermos coffee was luke warm…

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