Did you ever read books growing up where they mentioned fields of bluebells? I never really thought that they were real until I went to Scotland and saw fields of bluebells in the spring.
If you’ve read my other scotland walk posts, you may remember that there was a hill/mountain behind the building where I lived. In the spring (after all the snow had melted and the bluebells were out) one of my flatmates and I went up Dumyat. She had already been up it before which I was grateful of because there is no clear path and I probably would have gotten lost without her. Continue reading “Dumyat pt.1 // Scotland”