Twas a sunny day, and we had determinedly made vague plans to 'do something'. So off we went.
First, we went to a local popular beauty-spot and lake-side recreational area. An inland stretch of water bordered by broadleaf deciduous woodland, that despite it's busy human visitation and 'managed' operation, still retains a character of pleasant 'natural' environment.
A fair smattering of Canada geese were also dotted around, along with a few Greylag. A solitary Tern flashed about, and some busy Moorhen were dabbling.
Anyway, as we circumnavigated the lake through the sun-dappled woods lining the shore, I mentally tick-listed the large variety of mature trees that made up the multi-greened mantle that surrounded the blue glistening water. All the usual suspects, and very nice too.
A short drive through blissfully stunning countryside, all lushly verdant and sun-soaked, being worked by sleeve-rolled farmers, whitened sheep newly clipped, and all rural cliche beautifully
pictured and framed in a hedge-rowed English country idyll.
We arrived at the National Trust estate and were funnelled into the car park area, which I suspect boasted an acreage equal to the actual featured site.....and were parted from a substantial amount of pocket money as we queued for entry to view what we were told was our historic and social heritage.
quiet beauty of the peaceful walled garden.
To be honest, the walled garden and its approaches were actually very much to be enjoyed.
We emerged from this historic and culturally absorbing architecturally stunning Country Hall into the beautifully evocative lawned garden, overlooking a wonderfully landscaped and peaceful parkland estate vista.......to be met with families playing football on the lawn and bored teenagers squatting on the garden stonework, texting or plugged into I.pods.
We made our excuses and left.