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  • n. Plural form of harebell.


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  • They sat on a hillock among the thin harebells and wild thyme and sweet lavender-coloured gipsy roses, with their eyes fixed on the opening in the hillside, and waited and waited and waited for a very long time.

    Harding's Luck

  • The headlands, though, are a different matter for they still form burgeoning banks of blossom – hogweed, vetch and newly opened harebells.

    Country diary: Staffordshire moorlands

  • There's the pulse of yellow flowers and the pulse of purple flowers, and although there are flowers which don't fit the two main pulses – such as the whiteish meadowsweets and eyebrights and the pure blue harebells – the yellows and purples are so strong they dominate the natural colours of the landscape.

    Country diary: Wenlock Edge

  • They clattered off slowly, along the beach path that wound behind our home, up through the blue hats of harebells and pink tufts of thrift dotting the coarse green of the island's west face.

    The premature ending of Annie MacLeod

  • We pushed through head-high bracken, emerging in meadows filled with harebells and yellow vetches.

    Making a romantic splash on a wild swim in Wales

  • In an open woodland glade on a bank of old limestone spoil covered in grasses, black knapweed, wild basil, pyramidal orchids and harebells, many butterflies were making the most of the sunshine, and the air was full of their strobing brown, gold and white wings.

    Country diary: Wenlock Edge

  • But the real true blue rings from the nettle-leaved bellflower in hedges along the Edge and harebells – tiny up on Windmill Hill but big and bold along the verges of tracks on Stapeley Common and the Stiperstones.

    Country diary: Wenlock Edge

  • Crickets chirruped and feathery grasses rippled in waves across the fields, while overhead larks called anxiously as the children strayed too near their nests, picking blue harebells and scarlet poppies.


  • We went to St Margaret's Bay and walked up onto the cliffs and along towards Dover, and ate a picnic sitting on the grass above the white cliffs, with harebells and scabious around us, and other walkers going by with dogs and kids, and seagulls flying past below us, startlingly white against the deep blue-green of the sea.

    Tuesday 2nd September; lunch hour.

  • I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

    Favourite fictional endings


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