I read somewhere this week that we have more than half the bluebell woods in the world. I have no idea if this is true or not, but this year is a vintage year for them. Frank is still with us and he is enjoying them too.
And now I have run out of energy but there is only the planting of the annuals left. Each of those bags was a 1/4 of a cubic metre and all the soil/compost had to be redistributed round the garden. Four or five wheel barrow loads per bag, and there were 14 of them. I have awarded myself a medal.