Home in time for the bluebells!
My first walk when I returned home was through the bluebell woods at Durham. I was a little sceptical when I set out. The skies were dreary and rain hung in the air. But by some touch of fairy magic, as we parked the car, the sun burst through. The river sparkled, the sheep munched away happily, and the greatest joy of all – a sea of bluebells as far as the eye could wander.
There’s no sign of the railway these days. Houghall Discovery Trail lies behind the Pumphouse Restaurant and Houghall College, off the A177 road into Durham. The link will give you a lovely bit of background information. The name derives from Heugh-Halh, meaning ‘hill spur- water meadow’. I hadn’t realised the meaning of Heugh (pronounced Hyuff), yet I should have done because over on Hartlepool Headland we have our very own Heugh, or hill spur.
But let’s get back to the bluebells, shall we?
I could have made this a Jo’s Monday walk, but I’m starting to stockpile my walks. Nice to just share a few bluebells with friends. I hope you have a lovely weekend, and it’s probably not too late to find some bluebells.