Into the Palm House first, on a rather dull morning (I missed both brilliantly bright days earlier this week, one at Petersham Nurseries, the other being a Good Boy and doing some housework, washing and much-needed shopping). But hey, it’s still looking grand and my kitchen floor is shiny shiny clean.
The Palm House was beautifully warm and dripping with moisture and the two robins I saw provided a very beautiful bird song duet.
Chill and still a little iced over, the Lake was an almost perfect mirror.
Perfectly mown, the terrace and Rose Garden left and right – and the Pagoda (below) through another long-sighted avenue.
Grass clippings and the most enormous palm frond in this larger-than-your-usual-skip …
No flowers of course (despite our curiously mild autumn) in the rose garden, but some beautiful displays of hips – Rosa Bonica ’82 (above and below) putting…
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