In a bid to get out of the house and remain moderately dry, I have morphed into an avid weather forecast checker and as soon as it shows a period of time as being dryish, that's it I'm out of the door. We arrived at Nymans last week with grey skies overhead and damp in the air, but for one glorious hour it stayed nearly dry, which allowed us a potter around the grounds. We went completely wild [yup living the rock'n'roll lifestyle now I'm a lady of leisure] and reversed our usual route. I tend to be a creature of habit so it did give me a different perspective as we approached everything from the opposite direction. I was curious to see what might be out as January is not known for its abundant floral displays. In amongst all the dead and dripping plants in the borders from last season I was pleasantly surprised to find that there was a lot more going on than I had anticipated and several spots of welcome colour.
By the time we had completed our circuit the rain was pelting down again so we retired to the café for a
restorative cheese scone and pot of Earl Grey. Replete and home dry thank goodness.
꩜Aril꩜
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