Flower Fest

Normally, I am quite indifferent to flowers. I enjoy a good floral pattern on knee-length skirts. I'm quite partial of frolicking through blooming meadows. Gypsophila makes me tremendously happy. I also like the smell of lavender so much that I sprinkled a concentrated oil solution all over my pillows thus inducing some kind of lavender sauna which made breathing nigh impossible.

So, on the whole, maybe I like flowers. Handy really, as we spent a pleasant afternoon wandering through the grounds of Eggleston Hall. And boy, do they have some stunners.

Some kind of dream garden

A personal favourite

An Ellen-flower

I just kind of meander about the place not knowing what is what. But I fell head over heels with some of the colours.

Autumnal loveliness in rusty orange

Also met this attractive chap.

The grounds hold the most beautiful, crumbling church hidden among hedgerows. It even has a tree growing through it. How mint is that.

Probs would be lovely for a summer wedding, although you might want to bring a tarpaulin. Just in case.

Little river

Floral-induced happiness

Also caught up with our Angel friend. She's lost some weight or sumfink.