I’m used to seeing bluebells in a more natural habitat – in a bosky wood. But here they are in the patch of ground surrounding this Victorian block of flats in Westminster.
I don’t usually walk this way, though I sometimes park in the Disabled bay further along the street. I was delighted to see this flash of colour, a reminder that Spring has finally come.
When I’ve walked past before, the area in front of the apartments has been a mixture of tangled greenery interspersed with areas of dry earth. Lovely to be cheered up on my walk back from the bank.