What better way to uplift the spirits at this time of year than a walk in a bluebell wood? So, Mr SW and I set out, but not to our usual bluebell-viewing place because today is a ‘sunshine’ (allegedly) and showers’ day here and our usual bluebell wood can result in a mile-long, uphill sprint to the shelter of the car. I don’t do 3 yard sprints let alone mile ones and Mr SW is strangely reluctant to try the uphill variety while shoving an occupied wheelchair. So, we found another wheelchair-accessible bluebell wood online and set off for it.
Hitch No. 1 – the gate giving wheelchair access was padlocked. A helpful notice explained that it could be opened with a RADAR key.
Hitch No. 2 – my RADAR key was on top of the dressing table. (Where else? :roll: )
Hitch No. 3 – we were alone. With helpful friends I might have had a shot at climbing the fence but, even so, the chances of Mr SW wanging the wheelchair over were slim.
Hitch No. 4 – it started raining.
Hitch no 5 – Mr SW and I became velcroed together – my bobble hat to his jacket.
Hitch No 6 – we got to see 3 bluebells - on a grass verge on the way back.
The moral of the story – next time you want your spirits uplifting pop a bottle of white in the fridge or a bottle of red on the radiator. We have done. They are more reliable than bluebells
“There is always a well-known solution to every human problem - neat, plausible, and wrong.” H.L. Mencken