Myddleton House Gardens as a destination point. Part of my reason to go out walking today was to shake off some sadness I felt after reading a blog post by Alison May. You can read it here. It is very upsetting and makes me all the more determined to make the most of each day.
My garden visit didn't turn out as I had hoped. Walking around the gardens I felt uninspired. All the snowdrops looked alike and much larger than I remember snowdrops being. Regimented swathes of them lined up over the undulating earth. There were Hellebore's with their heavy droopy heads that seemed to be hanging in shame and weak specimens of purple crocuses that looked like damp squibs popping out of the grass. Had I been in a different frame of mind I may have felt differently about the plants but I wanted to feel excited and energised but the gardens in early March left me feeling flat.
I continued walking around. There was a group of elderly women following a tour guide and a few couples. Apart from me there were no other people except for the volunteers who were busying about tidying and planting and looking industrious. There really wasn't anything to catch my eye to record on camera apart from the 'neglected' corner pictured above. In all the contrived planting in the garden I much preferred to see the naturalised primroses in front of the tin bath. Now I am wondering if the scene was contrived or just happened by chance?
I didn't spend too long visiting as I still had to walk the 2.7 miles back to home with a detour to the supermarket to pick up something to eat! I don't think I will be returning here for a while. It all felt very sombre.