There’s something rather un-British about this garden, don’t you think? It seems more French to me. I don’t know if it’s the shape of the windows, or the house, or the pyramids of box… It must be an amazing place in which to sit and watch the world go by.
I hereby declare it Virginia Creeper Week on this blog. Here’s another smasher, which I’ve had my eye on for a while, waiting for it to turn the most delicious shade of pinky-red.
Queen Square is a lovely, tranquil place to sit, by the way. Although I must admit I shattered the peace of it many years ago when I helped launch a giant rocket there on Bonfire Night. Crazy times, now long behind me.
Much as I dislike the onset of autumn (although it’s not really autumn I’ve got a problem with – it’s the season that follows it), I love spotting Virginia creepers when they’ve reached the optimum shade of crimson. Here are a couple of corkers I’ve spotted recently, against brilliant blue skies.
I spent a few days in Majorca at the beginning of the month. It was still very much summer there, and all the plants were still flowering at full throttle. Bright blue plumbago was everywhere, climbing up walls and scrambling over scrubland. A bright blue that almost matched the sky.