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Gunwalloe and Rinsey

Some pics from two beaches in Cornwall – the first Gunwalloe. It wasn’t a sunny day but it was atmospheric with it’s moody blues, with a touch of pink on the horizon. Andy associates this as Gunwalloe-in-the-rain due to a trip in the 1970s when it poured with rain and his family sat in their Morris Minor. There was a lot of slate on the beach worn smooth.

The other beach is Rinsey Cove, somewhat changed it seems, due to the Valentine’s Day storm in 2014. The storm stripped the beach of a lot of sand, so it was much rockier than Andy remembered. The tide came in fast too, but it was such a gorgeous sunny day. The sea was freezing though, too cold for paddling (although I tried ;)). I guess it’s still early in the season. It’s a steep walk down in places but beautiful and made us feel like we were on a proper adventure.

Beth Chatto’s Garden

I went on the 5th May. On the 13th May, Beth Chatto died, at the ripe old age of 94, nourished for over 50 years by her marvellous garden I’m sure. As I’m writing this I’m watching Gardeners World, and Monty’s just said it was “a life supremely well lived”. What an epitaph.

It was my first visit. I was expecting it to be ordered, as these gardens often are, but it wasn’t – it was a riot! Everything was growing, everywhere – not a spare bit of earth could be seen. As I went with my aunt, not so many photos as we were chatting too much ­čśë . It was a lovely sunny day, although as it was wet in the week before it was a squelchy underfoot in the boggy garden in places. I also liked the wooded areas, especially the enormous pink camellia that must have been 20ft high.

The nursery was also fab, as it has such a good range of plants, many unusual. I acquired (courtesy of my aunt’s Christmas vouchers) 2 stipa, 2 different types of clematis, an unusual Thift “In the Red”, and a purple spineless Arcaena. What a lovely day.

Autumn Colours

A late afternoon trip to Sissinghurst a couple of weeks ago. Not very busy but still lovely to be out in the bright post-storm skies.

The tower was covered in scaffolding, and all the grass walkways were closed. It was a shame not to get into the orchard (again) as the apple trees were laden – although no-one seemed to be harvesting. I’m not sure the previous owners would have approved…. and I did ponder a quick scrumping run!

The light was really beautiful, and all the plants glowed in the sunshine. It has been quite gloomy so it was a breath of fresh air. ­čÖé

A paddle on Derwent Water

A lovely day on Derwent Water – the weather was lovely, especially in the morning.

Anyway we parked in Kettlewell, paddled up to the Theatre on the Lake (for coffee) and then across to the far shore – the Cat Bells side.┬áIt was tree lined and quieter, and really beautiful in the sunshine. In fact I prefer that side of the lake and the little bays. I loved the way the cones marked the high water mark. We also had a little shield bug as an extra guest, before heading back across the lake.

When we were packing up, an old couple came along with matching brollies, cute.

Hampton Heat

It was soooo hot. And what’s more it had been even hotter. The rose tent was unbearable – I tried to take a few snaps anyway. But my absolute favourite garden was the Brownfields Metamorphosis – I loved the combination of rust and soft planting, structure and movement. Definitely inspired! Other things to like were the red helenium, the dark blue agapanthus, the kids garden, the urban rain garden, extremely expensive (and unaffordable) greenhouses, and some lovely water features…. here are some highlights:

 

Quilts / Rain / Mud / Bothy

This seems a strange combination I know. But there was a quilt exhibition celebrating Kaffe Fassett at Standen. It was a miserable day. Wet & horrible. Spring in reverse, as it goes sometimes. The day after those lovely sunny pics from Sissinghurst.

I was superkeen to see the quilt exhibition. (I have loved fabrics since I realised mum’s boxes at the bottom of the wardrobe held a multitude of patterns and colours). There was some fantastic embroidery – I think actually I liked that more. In this world of Pinterest and blogs, the quilts were not as exciting as I expected – but of course in their day they were absolutely cutting edge. Some of the colours were really┬ávibrant, that was certainly undiminished!

I also had a look at the bothy. A temporary art installation by Will Shannon. It was modest – so much in life isn’t modest any more – it’s brash and loud and wants constant attention. Instead this sits more quietly – it needs engagement and investigation, and doesn’t give up it’s secrets of comfort and cosiness so readily. Maybe we need a bit more of this feeling….