It may be chilly, but the bluebells don’t seem to mind – they’re out in profusion in the local woodlands, with almost a full spectrum supporting cast – from the white stitchwort and palest pink lady’s smock, through the yellow dead nettle and the fresh greens in the woods, to the various blues of bugle, forget-me-not and the bluebells themselves – and still no shortage of violets, though they’re rapidly disappearing beneath everything else. Nothing red though.