This winter wasn’t harsh in historical terms, here at the copper house, we were inconvenienced a couple of times when our water source from mines beck froze, meaning we couldn’t use our stone cutting equipment, and a couple of days the snow caused us a few issues with deliveries and despatch, but overall it was similar to most years, we did have a lot of rain though and at times the hydroelectric station just down on church beck sounded like it was fit to explode with all the water powering through it, I swear its output was matching Sellafield at times!

But now it’s May and the daffodils have graced us with their yellowy presence and now it’s the turn of the bluebells to brighten our views. Lovely little plants are bluebells, they carpet the shady groves and woodland floors until all you see is a haze of azure blue. A walk in the woods in the lake district is a magical experience at any time, but when the bluebells are flowering it is serene and a truly uplifting sensation.