Fancy a summer’s walk? No? Oh well, suit yourself. Yes? Good for you. Here’s a series of photos I took last August, on a rare sunny morning. Starting at the car park entrance, I took a shot every ten paces as I walked up to the iron gate at the top of the drive. Beyond the gate is the real world; best avoided. Rather than post almost 30 snaps, I’ve made them into a minute long film. I’ve also added a soundtrack of birdsong* which, though recorded in June, is pretty close to what I heard on that day. (Listen out for the cuckoo).
Shall we set off? You can take my hand if you like; it’s not so very grubby.
Not terribly interesting I’m afraid but it gives you an idea of how long the drive is. And how much work there is outside the gardens: cutting the hedging, ensuring trees and overhead branches are safe, pruning apple trees and shrubs, strimming and mowing verges and a further three ‘lawns.’ My job isn’t just wandering about wearing a wide-brimmed, straw sunhat and pink gloves, humming Vivaldi and deadheading roses, you know. (Though much of it is).
Erm, you can let go off my hand now.
* With thanks to Freesound