Today I abandoned the family and friends to their beachy pursuits and went to the National Trust property, Overbeck’s.
There was colour in abundance and I came away with about half a dozen blog posts.
But simply flowers, for starters.
Masses and masses of flowers and colour.
After such a feast, a soothing sorbet of white.
I was a little mystified as to why, with such an abundant garden, in the Overbecks house, the cafe and the ladies toilets, they had jugs of supermarket chrysanthemums (of the tacky artificial coloured genre)
When I asked why? I was told that the gardener liked the flowers to stay in the garden and that the garden flowers ‘dropped petals’*: this I felt was a rather a wilted bunch of excuses. To my eye the intensively farmed and massed produced flowers that had travelled, many, many miles seemed at odds with the National Trusts ethos. Not to mention the look of the place.
*but having worked on large flower jobs in National Trust properties in the past, in my previous life; I can imagine, just how much of an issue falling petals will be.