A Romantic Garden

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.

You wander round with nostrils filled 

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.

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.

How very Enid Blyton

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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