Hyacinths for the soul

Out on the North Downs Way, I stumbled across a bluebell wood. Bluebells aren't to be eaten, since all parts of the plant are poisonous, but they reminded me of the famous poem:

If of thy mortal goods thou art bereft,
And from thy slender store two loaves alone to thee are left,
Sell one, and with the dole
Buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.

I'm surprised at how little-used the North Downs Way is. Once past the car parks and lookout point at Box Hill, I've walked for hours and not seen another (human) soul.