Ten weeks old
Saturday, 27 June 2009
Friday, 26 June 2009
"Mummy went the wrong way!"
This is what my son Oliver, kept saying last Friday whilst out and about with Mum, Dad and Bekah.
What was to have been a day of baby sitting for Mum and Dad whilst I was spending time at the dentist (they cancelled on me at the last minute), turned into a lovely outing instead for all of us.
Mum and I had talked about going to a local rose garden, which I must say I had driven past countless times in the past decade. So we set out, all squeezed into my car, without map or sat nav! "I know where is it", I said.
As we approached the village where I thought the rose garden was, I was unsettled to find that all road signs were absent. "I'm sure it's down here", I said.
We had seen another sign with a little flower on it, so thought maybe I was mistaken and that we should follow this sign instead. It took us to a new garden called Future Gardens, but where was the rose garden?
Mum was sure that it was still there somewhere, as she'd checked it out on the internet just the day before. Finally after 45 minutes and a stop at the local post office to ask for directions, we found the Gardens of the Rose....BEHIND future gardens....exactly where I had thought it should be. Why had they removed all the signs?
What was to have been a day of baby sitting for Mum and Dad whilst I was spending time at the dentist (they cancelled on me at the last minute), turned into a lovely outing instead for all of us.
Mum and I had talked about going to a local rose garden, which I must say I had driven past countless times in the past decade. So we set out, all squeezed into my car, without map or sat nav! "I know where is it", I said.
As we approached the village where I thought the rose garden was, I was unsettled to find that all road signs were absent. "I'm sure it's down here", I said.
We had seen another sign with a little flower on it, so thought maybe I was mistaken and that we should follow this sign instead. It took us to a new garden called Future Gardens, but where was the rose garden?
Mum was sure that it was still there somewhere, as she'd checked it out on the internet just the day before. Finally after 45 minutes and a stop at the local post office to ask for directions, we found the Gardens of the Rose....BEHIND future gardens....exactly where I had thought it should be. Why had they removed all the signs?
Anyway we finally arrived and had a lovely afternoon strolling through the fragrant air. If during the summer months you ever have an hour or two to spare and are passing J21A of the M25...it's well worth a visit. If you can't find it...just ask at the post office!
I'll be on the look out for this one below Rosa "Hot Chocolate", a lovely burnished Orange.
I loved the way this Rosa "Hannah Gordon" faded from intense pink to the palest of pink.
My precious little boy running around the maze (with Grandma - out of shot)
Beautiful blue skies
Below is Rosa "Irish Eyes". They change colour as they fade.
I was particularly taken with these very old fashioned roses. Not something I've really noticed before. They were just amass of colour.
The wonderfully fragrant arches
I was particularly taken with these very old fashioned roses. Not something I've really noticed before. They were just amass of colour.
The wonderfully fragrant arches
I think we all had a lovely time.
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