Eight intrepid lady walkers from our village, plus one very well-behaved dog, took a gentle stroll yesterday around our local National Trust property’s grounds, at Arlington Court.
The sun shone and the walk was in a sheltered valley, so the fleeces were gradually shed and our faces got pinker. The lambs were gambolling and the birds singing, and all was perfect.
The woods were carpeted in sheets of bluebells, as far as the eye could see.
After oohing and aahing for a while, we meandered back towards the house itself, of which I failed to get a picture. There is a nice church there too.
Next was the obligatory lunch stop in the National Trust tearooms, where I had a lovely leek and wild garlic soup, and a bottle of Luscombes cider, which I haven’t tried before but was very tasty. Replete and refreshed, we strolled around the walled gardens, admiring the azaleas and the peacocks, before returning to the real world.
Back home in my garden, I have a little bluebell wood of my own, in the Acer glade. It may be small, but it is a delight to have!