Saturday had been busy so Sunday had to be quiet. One of my favourite locations for loosing myself or forest bathing as I understand its now called, are the Terraced Gardens at Rivington. Once the site of Lord Leverhulme’s weekend retreat.
There’s something magically glorious in losing myself in the woodlands up there, making my way through the paths and the remains of the garden features.
Slowly the gardens are being restored and consolidated, getting around is no longer quite assault course it once was.
Even though the gardens were quite busy, it’s an easy thing to find a quiet spot and have a think.