Last weekend was the annual Bluebell Walk at nearby Flintham Hall raising money for the village’s church, St Augustine and the village hall charity. It’s a private residence so it’s a great opportunity to see a bit more of the local area which we wouldn’t normally see, and a very generous way to raise money for the village in which it’s situated.
And it was busy. We finished the walk and got a cuppa in the village hall around 1pm and the hall was rammed, and the cakes were few and far between. Last year there will still cakes at 3.30pm but this year they’d gone much earlier, which is great for raising funds but not so great for anyone still wanting cake. Luckily and for a change we didn’t mind, as we’d already planned to head to the village pub for lunch - though when we got there there was a coach load of people too, who were also quite taken aback by how busy the village was!
But anyway, back to the bluebells of which there were plenty, I’ve also thrown in a couple of photos of some tulips too as these were fabulous, and reminded me that I need more bulbs in my life (and my garden).
The hall itself was quite unusual and its present form was remodelled in an Italianate style, encasing earlier buildings on three sides in 1853-7. It’s on the site of an older medieval and Jacobean house which was rebuilt in 1798 and faced in Ancaster stone.
It’s very ornate and looks a fabulous place but sadly it’s not open to the public. We started our visit in the courtyard and couldn’t help but wonder how the two styles of buildings came to be - is the more usual looking building on the right the equivalent of a Grand Designs glass box back in the day, who knows.
But anyway that’s where I spied the most wonderful pots of spring flowers. Alongside the tulips there were hellebores and grape hyacinths which all looked wonderful together, and clearly has been potted up by someone who’s done this before.
Across the courtyard was a blaze of red blossom which drew me over, and I was surprised to see that it was an ornamental quince, though it’s a bit past its best it still looked magnificent.
As we made our way to the Bluebell Walk we realised that the daffodils had already been and gone, and knew that they too would make a wonderful vista.
There were many points to stop and admire the view, and at this stage the bluebells hadn’t really started in earnest.
And then they did. And did they wow.
The woodlands here are believed to date back to the early 1800s, and it’s assumed that the choice of oak was in patriotic support of the oak shipbuilding crisis in the 1700s. It took approximately 6000 mature oak trees to build a single battleship, so it’s easy to see why a crisis would occur. Many landowners planted oak forests as the UK forests became depleted, though they were never felled as they take approximately 400 years to reach maturity - and in that time ships began to be made from metals and composite materials, but it’s our gain as if they’re all like this one they definitely add to our countryside.
The bluebells grow so well here because it’s an oak spinney. The plants require very acidic soil to maintain their deep and soft blue hue and the decomposing oak leaves provide conditions which are ideal for the fragile bulbs to thrive.
The bluebells at Flintham Hall are native English Bluebells. They have a fine leaf, a gently drooping head and a soft scent - and the scent as we walked around the route was divine. The flowers grow from one side of the stem and they have a cream colour pollen in their centre, flowering between April and May each year. They’re also protected by law so they need to stay where they’re growing.
The Spanish Bluebell, introuced to the UK around the 1900s, is quite different. They are a more robust and bulky plant, with broader leaves and a dense cluster of flowers at the head of a thicker stem. They have no scent and can also be pink or white.
After smelling the scent of so many English Bluebells I think now I’m more likely to be know the difference, and it’s great that a very pleasant walk also brings new knowledge.
If you’re off to visit bluebells in a wood near you, remember to keep to the paths as it’s against the law to intentionally pick, uproot or destroy bluebells, and the best thing you can do is leave them as you found them so others can also enjoy them.
We ended our walk through the bluebells with a closer look around the Courtyard where we’d entered. I’m so glad we did, just look at these tulip beauties we might have missed otherwise.
I was never too sure about the frilled tulips, but seeing the pink and green one above I’ve decided to completely change my mind. Tulips are most definitely on my garden shopping list!
Before we headed to the pub, we had a look around the church with its very country handwritten - but what looked to be effective - note stuck to the door.
St Augustine’s Church is only a small church but its served as a place of worship for almost a thousand years and was recorded in the monumental survey of medieval England, the Domesday Book of 1086. It has altar rails which date from about 1600 which are considered to be the oldest set of balustraded altar rails in South Nottinghamshire.
But what really caught my eye during our visit, was these diamond shaped paintings. I learnt later that they are from the 18th and 19th century and are heraldic diamond shape paintings known as funeral hatchments. Hatchments were displayed outside the home of the deceased adn were later moved to the church for safekeeping
Truly fascinating, and beautiful pieces but also a bit morbid to end this post on, so here’s one final tulip to end with, as I just can’t resist them it seems.
