On the eve of The wedding, the hubby and I went to Ashridge to take some pictures of the bluebells in full bloom.
The sheep in the neighboring field got into the patriotic spirit of the weekend
The ground around the bluebell wood is covered in this, a soft layer of dried, dead bluebell flowers. It helps to dampen sounds making it a very quiet place to visit even when it is quite crowded.
The next day the hubby and I wandered next door to the neighbor’s house to watch The wedding. We don’t have any tv reception, thus couldn’t watch it live at home. Luckily, we have lovely, lovely neighbors who let us watch with them. This was the view from where I sat:
There were vows
There were bored dogs on laps
There were trumpets
There was tea, champagne, hot cross buns and venison sausages for the eating and drinking
There were two golden retrievers hanging about
Oh, and there was a wedding in all of this!
So, for all of you wondering if I went into the city to be a part of the insanity that was going on there the short answer is, “no”. I thought about it for about 2 minutes thinking that I really should go in as this is a historic blah-blah-blah. Then I remembered that I’m not a big fan of crowds and there was a good chance it was supposed to rain….. I stayed home and was all the happier for it.
Sarah Jane Humke 
You looked like you had fun! Lovely photos of bluebells.
These are great! Thanks so much for sharing them. We were looking forward to it.
Hi Sarah! I stalked you here from your Facebook post. I love the photos of the bluebells and all of your various yarns. I try to pretend I am a knitter sometimes but I don’t do it all that often. I’m working on a doll sweater right now though for one of DD’s dolls 🙂