Nestled between the A40 and the Grand Union Canal in west London is Perivale Wood.
At this time of year the ancient woodland is carpeted with a sea of bluebells.
And once a year, the nice people from the Selbourne Society who look after the wood open it to the general public to share the magnificent sight.
Naturally, I grabbed my camera and went down there.
A blur of blue covers a large portion of the 18 acres of woodland, intermittently interspersed with a few heads of pink or white blooms.
It’s a shame you can’t capture smells. Here, the scent is of earth and plants and life. It’s easy to believe that a green and white satellite view of our planet shows not land and sea, but trees and bluebells.
We made our way around the trail, passing bug hotels, hides, tree houses and nettle plantations, hearing the occasional tinkle of a young morris dancer’s bells as he ran through the tree cover.
When I die, sprinkle my ashes among the bluebells because if there is a heaven, it’s here.
Have you seen any spectacular bluebell displays this year? Where? Tell me everything you know!