When I was a small child we lived near Heathrow (or London Airport as it was then) There was a lot of farmland and woodland around and I can remember my mother being furious about the people who came cycling past in the spring with their bikes weighed down with great bundles of bluebells which were already drooping before they ever got them home.
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