Sunday, January 27, 2013
Dreaming Of English Gardens
wasting time relaxing this afternoon after a wonderful restorative yoga class this morning. I came across some pretty pictures of English cottage gardens and they stirred up some memories. My dad was in the Air Force and we were stationed in England in the late sixties. The cottage below looks just like the one that was across the street from our house in Great Bardfield. We watched it being re-thatched one summer
We used to travel in the summers. One weekend we got horribly lost, tired, and very cranky. We came across a little coastal town in Cornwall called Fowey. My parents got us a couple of rooms in a bed and breakfast. Imagine our surprise the next morning. We explored this lovely town. You could walk around private gardens like these. Sometimes there were little containers at the entrance for donations.
We loved Fowey so much that we came back the next summer to explore some more. We went fishing on a rented boat and I remember catching a lot of mackerel. The boat owner offered to clean then for us so we could have them for lunch.
This picture reminds me of the Italian Coast except Fowey is much cooler in the summer. What do you think? Isn't this a pretty little town?