What bliss it would be to overlook the garden! I hadn’t been there for many years and a visit was much overdue despite horrid cold changeable weather. The oldest botanical garden in England after the one at Oxford.

I ended up buying a red plastic poncho from the little hut in the middle background of the picture. The poncho prevented me from getting drenched.

This almost looks like the countryside – right in the middle of town. Cow parsley – so evocative of wet walks many years ago.

Arum lilies evocative of church.

Wicket fences which make me think of useful projects I’m entirely unlikely ever to do.

The sky reflected in water

and again.

Such green

and more green!

And all so assiduously tended.