It’s been a shamefully long time since I updated this blog. In my defence, I’ve been very busy at my day job, and what with that and keeping up with orders, I haven’t had that much time to sit and write. I have managed to get out and about too though, so I’m going to try and squeeze my summer into one post. Here goes…
It’s been a summer of sunshine, blue skies and high temperatures, even up here in the frozen north, and the landscape soon began to look very dry and scorched.
Both wildflowers and the gardens we visited seemed to thrive in the warm weather, although I’m sure that was the result of a lot of hard work in the case of the formal gardens.
We had some lovely days out, including trips to Floors Castle, Belsay Hall, The Penshaw Monument, and Wallington.
The weather has finally broken now, and it’s starting to feel a bit back end-ish. Nights drawing in, mushrooms and berries appearing in the woods, rose bay willow herb in the hedgerows, and swallows gathering on the wires.
I’ve reached the point in the year where I’m starting to long for frosty mornings, log fires, and the crunch of fallen leaves underfoot. It has certainly been a summer though – a phrase which I’ve borrowed from one of my favourite films, A Month in the Country.