It would seem grossly unfair that I should spend a few days up with Ma and Pa and not come back with feverish pictures from the extravaganza that is their garden at the moment.
An unknown briar at the bottom of the garden with one resplendent red poppy; The small pond
I should have gotten closer to these hollyhocks and delphiniums
Looking up through the rose aisle to the ‘bandstand’
The ‘bandstand’ with just a hint of the roses surrounding
The vibrant pink on the left is a Rosamundi, the oldest known rose and brought over by the Romans
Roses from the ‘bandstand’ with the moat in the background
The rosamundi looking wistfully romantic
Looking down the garden towards the house
And you can’t have shots of the garden without the devil-may-care handsomeness and obliging nature of Sam
The rockery and waterfall outside the conservatory
More roses because who can get enough of them…
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