quite sure I have a well-established reputation for pouncing on any
plant which has a 'For Sale' notice above it, so nobody can have been
surprised when I behaved like a starved piranha when the porch
through which we entered these gardens proved to contain nicely
displayed trays of grafted acers, accurately labelled, and highly
Adjacent to these was a pretty conservatory, newly
renovated, with a delightful display of scented-leaf pelargoniums and
gardens, which have been owned by the Banks family for 110 years, are
extensive, so there was a lot to see, with mature trees, many of them
rarities, and a large collection of rhododendrons and azaleas which
we were sadly just too late to see in full flower. They obviously
thrive in the acid soil.
The energetic walkers amongst us disappeared
for some time into Park Wood, but I pottered happily among the
walkways up-slope from the house, explored the pool area and then
overheard rumours of a not-to-be-missed kitchen garden.
still had time to appreciate both the well-ordered vegetable beds,
fruit trees and herbaceous perennials in full bloom, as well as a
perfume-filled rose garden, all of which were approached across an
expanse of grass through a latched gate.
lovely home-made vegetable soup we were served for lunch was what my
mother called a 'rib-sticker' and was just right for our appetite at
this stage of the day. I NEVER eat rhubarb, but the crumble which
followed the soup might just have altered my attitude.
pointed out that there was a beautiful mature Fagus sylvatica
growing where a group photograph could be taken and this was done as
we were getting ready to leave.
You won't find me in it. I was much
too busy stashing my precious acers safely in the boot of the coach!