We are almost at the end of bluebell season here: the leaves are starting to flatten (which gives a good view of the flowers), and soon the best will be over.
Today, I went to the Spittles - a strangely named area of undercliff west of Lyme Regis. You can follow part of the old road to Charmouth which collapsed in the 1920s into the sea: there are still fragments of tarmac and the foundations of houses, being overwhelmed by trees.
I took the camera of course: I used the telephoto to try and convey some of the blue confusion here:

and a wider angle to get a sharper image of some individual blooms:

Interesting how the colour balance changes from shot to shot: I really ought to set it manually.
Usksider
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Tut tut... Don't tell me you use the auto setting?
I see you found your bluebells Lois... me too, but I have to say I thought mine were a bit lacking in colour... and density. Maybe my imagination, but I'm sure the beds of bluebells were much thicker when I was a child.