May Day Bank Holiday took us out to Blickling Hall in Norfolk (or Bono’s house, as Alan Partridge once famously claimed), where we witnessed the annual spectacle of the bluebells. I was expecting to be a bit disappointed – so much hype suggested to me that it would not be all that impressive a display after all.
Reader, I was impressed. Exhibit A (mixing metaphors much?)
It was like venturing into faerie land.
(I think that’s just a labrador left of shot – not a deer, optical illusion, or some kind of Elfin Beast.)
And so on…
On the magic of bluebells
The British Isles are a stronghold for bluebells, boasting more than a quarter of the world’s population. They are perennial plants that grow annually to produce dazzling displays of carpets of bluebells and they are an indicator of an ancient woodland. It is a criminal offence to remove common bluebell bulbs as it is a protected species. They also produce certain alkaloids that are similar to compounds used the treatments for HIV and cancer, and they are used in folk medicine as a diuretic.
The Spanish bluebell has invaded and hybridized and threatens our native common bluebell. You can tell the difference between the common bluebell and the Spanish bluebell from a few distinctive features:
- the common bluebell has a drooping stem
- its flowers are narrow and bell-shaped
- pollen is a creamy white
- it has a scent
Did you know?
Bees sometimes bite a hole in the bottom of the bell of the flower to steal the nectar without pollinating the plant.
In the Bronze age, people used to use bluebell sap to set feathers on arrows.