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They’re back!

Yep, that time of year again. A cursory glance back at m’blog for oooh, some twelve months ago, and it seems that I was blogging all about the Bluebells of Wivenhoe.

Well I never.

We appear to be six days ahead of schedule this spring with the first sighting of the lovely Wivenhoe bluebells. Truth be told and I probably shot the pictures last spring back in January and then sat on the blog post for a couple of months.

Hey hoe.

But yeah, I wandered lonely as a cloud through Wivenhoe Wood early on Sunday morning. It’s slightly trick to remain inconspicuous even in the great outdoors when you are top to toe in SEXY lycra. Dog walkers moved away. Nature deserted Wivenhoe as the wood pigeons, voles and beetles did themselves in on the muddy banks of the Colne.

Only joking.

A large alsatian did go sniffing around where his wet nose really shouldn’t be sniffing around though.

I mean the bluebells of course.

And so how exactly do you present a beautiful blue scene of bluebells in an interesting manner that you didn’t already try and put across some twelve months ago?

Um…

Let the snapping hopefully tell the story. The temptation was there to simply re-post up the images from last spring. But then I wouldn’t get the Sunday morning opportunity to get friendly with an alsatian with a big wet nose as I pranced around Wivenhoe Wood wearing SEXY lycra.

I feel that I have come full circle with these seasonal blog posts: last year I did this, this year I have done exactly the same again. Which is why I am going to take this blog offline at midnight and bring to a close almost a decade of hyperlocal activity.

Ha ha.

Yeah, right…

I soon experienced something similar back in m’South London days. I blogged about the erection [ooh] of the Sunny Stockwell Christmas Tree. Twelve months later and I did the exact same thing again.

Time to move on, time to move offline.

But I am a creature of habit and routine. I turned the online cul de sac around into a situation in which to reflect and celebrate anything worth championing at the end of each year.

I’m not saying that the Bluebells of Wivenhoe will be a Sunny Stockwell Christmas Tree moment, but at least the continual snapping each spring will give me the chance to walk around Wivenhoe Wood wearing SEXY lycra.

Bonzo?

BONZO?