Not many posts from me lately. One reason is having a visitor for a couple of days. On Thursday, we went to Kingston Lacy, our nearest National Trust property and a place I know inside out because I once worked there. It was very hot, just like June, and we were glad to escape from the sun into bosky walks.
That’s a celebration of Queen Victoria’s 1887 Jubilee peeking above the trees. Should you be in this area, the house is worth visiting but don’t bother if you only want to look at gardens (my long-held opinion). Here’s a stone marking the entrance walk to the so-called Japanese garden, which you’re not even allowed to walk in.
Hideous. The next day was ten degrees cooler, as predicted, and we were shivering on the platform at Poole station. I did go to the market this morning (cold!) but bought nothing to interest anyone else. Not a single book. Another reason for lack of posts is that I’ve been reading some books which are new for autumn and have come to the Kindle with a request not to review them before a certain date. Coming soon: The Vicar’s Wife by Katharine Swarz and The Signature of All Things by Elizabeth Gilbert.
Query: why does it rain everywhere in the country except on my garden?