One of the things I love most about our home is a small bluebell wood running down to a burn at the bottom of the field.
This morning Euan and I went to check what damage the week's gales had done - we expected fallen trees, but this is what we found
Never have I been more glad that the house is at the top of the hill.
It will regenerate, even a couple of days after the devastation you can see bluebell bulbs poking through the mounds of mud, perhaps it is an opportunity to plant rather than leave it to alder, we shall see.
We shall wait and see.