Apologies for not posting last weekend. I hope you didn't miss it. I arrived in London early on Monday morning to find I'd left my camera in Dorset. So the pictures of our adventures would have to wait. The week tumbled away and in the blink of an eye it is Sunday evening again. And, so, here's a blog in three parts.
P A R T O N E : I N S O M E R S E T
"What's the new thing this weekend, Ben" Charlie asked me while we had coffee at Soulshine. "Nothing, I replied. I'm knackered... let's just spend the day on the sofa watching films and doing nothing". But when we got home, we rallied. Seeing the verges filled with snowdrops, we thought we'd make an early spring excursion to a garden I'd read about, but we had never visited - the famous garden of Margery Fish, developed during the 40s, 50s and 60s, at East Lambrook Manor in Somerset.
It was a quick drive north on a bitterly freezing morning. We arrived to find the garden deserted, and one very friendly attendant in the old barn that serves as a ticket office, bookshop and cafe. It's all perfectly done.