There is nothing so
pleasant-er on a balmy baking summer’s afternoon,
(and it was seriously baking yesterday – 31degrees)
Than having a mosey (and
a nosey) round an open garden.
Hall Farm in
Harpswell is one that I have visited many times ...
... over many years ...
The sun always seems
to be shining there.
It is an incredibly
romantic garden full of hidden areas,
cottage garden plants,
... old scented roses
rambling over old brick walls ...
... wildflower meadows ...
... water features and meandering brick paths ...
... abundantly
edged with lavender and cat mint.
with the heady scent of old roses.
... which the owner used
to specalise in when she ran a nursery ...
... and which adorn my own garden.
... and which adorn my own garden.
At every turn there
are places to sit and ponder ...
... or just people watch.
Tea and cake was
offered in the beautiful old farmhouse
Or outside on the
lawn
How very English!
Ice cream sold from an old
‘stop me and buy one’ bicycle,
ridden by a lady
donned in Edwardian dress.
For me though, it was
far too mafting for anything more than orange squash.
Today, it is not so
blisteringly hot
There is the very gentlest
of breezes
So I can enjoy my own
garden
And catch up with the
girls.
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