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. 🙂
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. It 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.
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:
There were this group of lads, and you could see they’re goading each other to jump. They spent a lot of time thinking about it, and eventually they would go before pondering another 10 minutes before their next jump.
It was fun watching. Here are a few snaps.
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 vibrant, 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….
A little trip in the sunshine to Sissinghurst last Saturday. So lovely to see all the new colours emerging. There were a couple of pretty varieties of narcissus that were really unusual, and the carpet of crocuses and yellow daffs was impressive… but mostly it was just nice to feel that spring has finally arrived.