Day two of the road trip dawns to another lovely sunny day and after a refreshing night's sleep at the Inn, broken only by the sight of a full moon, the Sock and Trollop sit down to a rather good Full English breakfast - "hold the beans"! Whose idea was it ever to have beans slopped on to your plate engulfing the fried egg, tomato, mushroom, sausage, bacon and black pudding in pool of thin, orange mucilaginous liquid. There is a time and a place for baked beans and breakfast isn't it - a sentiment entirely agreed on by PlantmadNige and the PG over coffee later that morning.. for it is they we are about to visit!
|Foxgloves peeping through the open gate an enticement for things to come|
All those of you who think Twitter an evil time-waster should understand that it is a great facilitator of nice things. A chance remark to Nigel Colborn (aka twittername PlantmadNige) on how we would love to see his garden, produced an immediate open invitation! Seizing the opportunity to make good this invite before Nigel got cold feet I checked he was really up for it, arranged a date that suited - and sorted! And so it was that the Sock n Trollop came to be driving around the attractive town of Stamford en route to Nigel's Lincolnshire village home. Unfamiliar with this area of the country we had found the countryside around Rutland Water surprisingly attractive with Cotswold's-like villages, mellow brick stonework but with a feel of proper 'working' villages not overly pretty chocolate box ones. Stamford, a small town often used in Jane Austen type period dramas, was quite charming - so good we saw it twice, driving doubly around the one-way system after missing the huge sign saying "Through Traffic". This made us slightly late for our visit - I hate being late but anything involving a car journey is very difficult to get right these days.
We arrived to find Nigel and the PG (Photographer General - real name Ros but I'm afraid she will always be 'The PG' to me) already serving coffee and cake to fellow visitor VP on the gorgeous brick patio. The LazyTrollop had also bought cake (her trademark calling card) so we made fast work of that. If I'd have thought I would have taken Nigel a present of a nice caramel coloured heuchera for his garden. The 'also slightly late not quite so organised as usual' Helen Reeley joined us with her tiny poodlette Obi Wan in tow and we were off for our wander around.
|Nigel doing his Beardshaw impersonation|
I'm not going to give you a commentary on Nigel's garden, suffice to say it was everything I have always wanted for my own dream garden. Crammed with flowers, colour, interest - you could tell this was a well-loved garden and who wouldn't love it? It glowed in the first sunshine we have had for so long, it's beauty and warmth inducing a relaxed well being and a feeling that all (despite the owner being famed for his blogging 'grumps') was really quite right with this world.
I left it to the others to ask
And at last we got to meet Wendy, Nigel's greenhouse we have heard much about on his blog.
|There are three of us in this marriage - Nigel, Ros and Wendy the greenhouse!|
An absolutely marvellous visit - not just seeing the garden but the delightful company of Nigel and Ros, warm, wonderful, witty, with a tiny hint of wickedness. I've been feeling a bit down this year with various neighbour and general 'people' problems whatever and it is not an exaggeration to say that they went a long way to restore my faith in humanity.
I got two hugs by the way - one each on arrival and departure. Nigel gets 9 out of 10 on the hugging scale because unlike other more practiced huggers I don't think these hugs are given out as freely and are therefore doubly precious!
Coming soon In Part III we travel to Easton Walled Gardens and I tell you about short cuts, lunch and streams that flow north