The photography wasn't so inspired today so I thought I would just show the walled garden where we were staying, so that I could wax lyrical about its assets. Firstly, just look at that view beyond the wall, the other side of the valley, tempting you to get your boots on and explore further afield. Yet equally, the invitation to stay was compelling - carefully placed resting places, set amidst the sweet smelling ferns and flora, arranged as if to hide the presence of others, and give the illusion of having the whole garden to one-self. Succulent gooseberries, redcurrants, raspberries and blackcurrants, potentially just a few hours away from being on the table as part of the next meal. Blackbirds, hiding and rustling in the bushes, awaiting the chance to take their share. Gold crests busily picking at the buds at the tops of the trees, and showering the debris to the path below. Bees tantalisingly flower hopping in the sun, deftly avoiding the camera lens despite concentrated efforts. Bright and luscious floral displays and scents. The fresh wetness and dripping from the latest Yorkshire downfall with the sun streaming through the gaps in the trees and plants.
Would happily have circled the walled garden for more time than we had before having to make the long journey home.
Your narrative is so articulate and truly expressive - i found myself getting caught up in it's tale.. found myself wishing to go for a walk..
Your photograph is just as eloquent.. love the abundance of the borders..
I can totally understand your reluctance to leave this beautiful and peaceful place Helen and hopefully you'll carry the feeling it gave you in your heart when you're back in the hustle and bustle of everyday life.
Your photograph is just as eloquent.. love the abundance of the borders..