Showing posts with label this is england. Show all posts
Showing posts with label this is england. Show all posts

Wednesday, 31 January 2018

I Spoke Too Soon...

Preparing myself to go out, I pulled my jacket from the wardrobe and rooted around for one of my fur collars. Unable to find either, I decided it couldn't be that cold out, so off I went, wearing only the scarf Mim sent me.

As I emerged out onto the main road, my circle skirt had already flown high onto the air, flashing my petticoats. As I reached town it had become really rather chilly and by the time I got to the halfway point of the high street the rain had started. As I reached the town square I was being pelted by hail.

The only thing that made the whole ordeal (terrible weather and a forty five minute delay at the surgery) worthwhile was the fact I came home with a new to me handbag. I'd been hankering after it since I spotted it last week and thought that to try and cheer myself up, if I saw it was still in the shop on my way to see the doctor, I would treat myself. In reality, I could have come home with four vintage handbags today, but firstly I’m not made of money, and secondly I don't think I could justify to Andy the purchase of four handbags.

I am at this closing point still hankering after two of the other handbags ........

Friday, 6 October 2017

National Treasures: Woolbeding Garden

I know outfit posts don't take up a huge portion of my blog, but they do appear from time to time and there has been a severe lack of late, which is entirely due to me having lost the little doo-dad which attaches my camera to my tripod. I believe it must have fallen out of my camera case pocket at a NT property. Boooo!

Speaking of NT properties, it's NT time!
It is also time for our first NT shenanigans film, yay!

Back in July we paid a visit to Woolbeding Gardens, which I assumed was the very interesting place we had passed on our local travels one day last year. 
I had spotted a very interesting garden as we were heading home, which looked very grand and had follies and sculptures.  I assumed, because a sign close by said Woolbeding Countryside, which is part of the NT.

My assumption took us to such a beautiful place, which wasn't the place I had spotted, but that simply didn't matter! I do though still wonder what the other place is, I think it must be private, there's a lot of money around this way.

Midhurst, West Sussex, GU29 9RR

Woolbeding Gardens, given to the NT is 1957, near Midhurst isn't  your usual property or garden.
Open to the public on Thursdays and Fridays only from 20 April until 29 September 2017, all visits must be pre-booked in advance via the National Trust by telephone and then you have to be picked up by courtesy mini bus from a carpark in Midhurst and are taken to the gardens, as there is no parking on site. The parking though, is cheap as you like, with a five hour ticket costing just £1 and that gave us ample time to explore Woolbeding. The mini buses run every twenty minutes and go from a clearly marked area in the carpark.

This method assures the gardens aren't over run and the visitors arrive staggered, with only, I think, 200 maximum on any given day, so when you arrive, it's almost like you have the place to yourself, as not everyone goes to the same parts at the same time.

Don't though, let this put you off, Woolbeding Gardens are absolutely stunning and I can't see any other garden even coming close to the beauty of these. Honestly, they are breath-taking. All the way around I was saying to Andy that my friend Tara, who blogs about her own garden here, would love it.

We were met by a very friendly driver and a woman who told us what was what, she was very taken by my outfit, stating that I would match the gardens. How right she turned out to be! Mere minutes later, we were there and dropped off at the Gardens, right by the entrance. There is minimal parking on site, but that is reserved for disabled visitors who I believe, need to phone ahead.

Even the small garden which led to the entrance area was pretty and I knew that if that was any indication, we were in for a treat. Initially, it looked just like any other NT property, but still, very beautiful. There was a house there but Woolbeding is all about the gardens and you can't go inside the property.

Fountain designed by William Pye.
It was a very hot day, so standing beneath the fountain was such a treat.

Woolbeding is broken down into small areas, all incredibly beautiful and so very well kept up, I applaud the gardeners there, I really do. It is a 26-acre garden and the creation of Simon Sainsbury and Stewart Grimshaw with the help of notable garden designers Lanning Roper in the 1980s and the Bannermans in the late 1990s.

The Orangery.

This is the Tulip Folly and is a memorial, designed by Philip Webb, to the 100ft Tulip Tree (the biggest in Europe) which once stood here. Alas the tree fell victim to the great storm of October 1987, just missing the house by two feet!

The Hornbean Tunnel running along side the River Rother.

I love how this bench mimics the trees that make up the tunnel.

The River Rother itself

I completely failed to realise what I was stood on at one point was the Ha-Ha, but I did recognise I was stood on something, just didn't know what it was till at home! Consequently, I didn't get a photo.

This is the Long Walk, but it's barely anything at all, they do say this when you arrive. Also, this is the view going back, not going.

How big is this tree!
Look how small Andy looks with it!

The Ruined Abbey. I can't recall if this was real or a folly.

This was absolutely stunning. And I do match!

River God Grotto.

Gothic Summer House

I'd obviously seen something. Take your pick, it was either a bee, a butterfly, a dragonfly, damselfly or hoverfly.

Our picnic and shenanigan spot.
That is me sneezing, yes. Andy said he was very impressed with my odd cough sneeze once and I had never heard it until this film! I assumed my sneeze was like any other!
And yes, also me almost falling over as I move out of shot.
Never mind that I almost ran into Andy ... never let it be said that I have any sense of balance!
And yes, there were people who happened across us at one point!

 A stumpery.
What it says on the, um, map!


I could just imagine The Lady of Shallot here.

Hermits Hut. The floor was, I believe, made up of oyster shells.

Armillary Sphere.

Orchid House 

All Hallows Church interior.

What I Wore:

Chiffon Hair Scarves - vintage
Metal daisy earrings - Accessorize
Sunglasses - prescription
Daffodil pendant and necklace - anniversary gift from Wales
'Audrey' lemon dress - Lindy Bop
Petticoat - eBay
Shoes - retail
Parasol - gift