Benthall: it’s almost bluebell time

After yesterday’s unbroken blue, today the skies are cloudier – white fluffy cumulus, big enough eventually for (happily, on our short journey home) a few spots of rain. Let’s park at Benthall Hall, and check out the bluebell woods. It’s a bit early for them, but there should be a few in flower.
Moving on from the bluebells, we stop for a moment to watch something scurrying in the undergrowth – some rustling, some twitching vegetation and two or three very brief glimpses of a small furry body. A mouse? A vole? Hard to say – it’s not keen on being studied. We continue via Workhouse Coppice to Benthall Edge, which we follow as far as Wyke, returning to the hall by the quiet lane and the fields.