I had been tantalised by the hue of bluebells at different places all week but they were either not quite ready or there was no parking place, so my state of tantalisation stubbornly remained. I had moved on now and was at a caravan site at Chirk and on the way to see some friends of mine who live in a rather remote place which had clearly not seen a gang of navvies and a steamroller for some considerable time. The beauty of the campervan is that it is higher than a car and I could see over hedges. I came across this little clump of beech trees and to my delight there was a pull-in right alongside, the sun was on the wane but I was happy.