The skies were leaden again today, but we decided to just go to the open garden anyway. I am so glad we did. The house is very grand, and surrounded by huge limestone walls. I drive past it every week as I take my son to his guitar lessons, and I have always wondered what's behind those impressive ramparts. It's much larger than I'd realised, and there are acres of grounds.
Pretty amazing. I must admit, although I admire the grandeur, it's the nooks and crannies which I find more appealing.
We found these roses scrambling over a sheltered wall.
These tiny cream roses are lovely. Imagine an old shed covered in these.
An arch of wisteria.
Lots of secret windows, summer houses, follies and arches.
There was a huge memorial which turned out to be for the Victorian owner's dog, Pompey. Obviously a much loved friend. This old shepherd's hut took my fancy:
I wouldn't mind holing up here when I'm feeling outnumbered...wouldn't say no to bunking up in this cottage in the grounds, either.
I have a real thing about Victorian greenhouses, and this one is a beauty.
In fact, the outbuildings were all beautiful.
We finished our tour with tea and cake in the cobbled stableyard. Who needs sunshine anyway?