This teacup. This teacup, I want it! The saucer is lovely, but I want the tea cup!
Sorry! Hello there, just launching straight to the point today.
I suppose this tea cup sums up the garden we visited on Sunday. Beautiful. We did have high hopes for this garden and the tea, because the house and garden are owned by Jane Lovett.
By the time we arrive at the open gardens we visit at weekends, we're often gasping for a cup of tea. While everyone else heads for the plant stall, we head straight for the tea and cake table. (We have to refresh ourselves for a leisurely stroll round the garden you understand). As Jane Lovett is a professional chef, we thought it might be well worth tasting her cakes. Those cakes. Delicious. Hugo paid for the option of a cup of tea, and a selection of three items. I paid for a cuppa, and one item, plus a taste of Hugo's three items.
This garden contained a series of 'rooms'. Whilst ambling around the garden, we stepped through a gate, or an opening in a hedge, into yet another immaculate 'room'. The garden was big, but not so big that it was daunting. Very liveable in, I thought, very gardenable. Very, very covetable! If we lived in that house, which would be nice, Hugo would have to have one of those lawn mower tractor things, and he wouldn't be able to work, he'd just have to spend all day, every day, mowing the lawns.
I'd be happy to tend to the borders. That is, whilst I wasn't sitting drinking tea and doing a bit of crochet. The garden was full of little places to sit and read a book, or, as I say, do a bit of crochet, or knitting.
This arbour has a nice little bench to sit on. Very secluded, very restful. Could see myself sitting here. Crocheting. Or knitting. Probably crocheting, whilst listening to radio 4. And watching Hugo mow the lawns.
There are two benches to choose from the other side of the hedge in this photo, above. They were very popular benches. There was a moment when one of them was empty, and beckoning to us. Hugo thought it might be nice to get the paper from the car, and sit on the bench to have a read, and enjoy the view. Then he noticed two little old ladies who were looking 'determined'. Determined they were going to occupy the bench. Short of running at break neck speed towards the bench and pushing the ladies aside, there was very little we could do to occupy it. We knew we didn't have a hope in hell of securing one of the benches, so we slunk off, and found a bench that had a bit of a view, but was very exposed to the wind, and the noise of a car alarm that kept on going off.
Despite the bench disappointment, we could appreciate the views, we didn't need a bench for that. The views were uninterrupted. For miles and miles. How often do you come across a view like this from a garden hey? Not that often!
Matching shoes and Chard aside, I still hanker after owning that tea cup. The solution to that, my dear readers, is for me to do a little painting of it, don't you think? Then I'd have a reminder of it forever.
I'm off to my weekly Wednesday night knitting group now. Wednesday has come around again quickly, hasn't it? Good thing too, I love going to my knitting group. Ta-ra lovely readers, and see you tomorrow. Love Vanessa xxx