January is doing what it does best, being cold and wet. At least that’s what it’s doing here on my doorstep. Time is not being wasted though, planning is being done for when Mr. Bluesky returns.
There’s the old song about counting the flowers that grow in an English garden, leaning on the idyllic image of the old, low cottage with roses around the door,
While I’m not a great fan of getting wet there is sometimes a bit of magic to be had walking amongst the flowers on a rainy day.
When you think of bananas I don’t suppose the steel city of Sheffield is the first place that comes to mind
I took a ride out to Lytham at the weekend and what began as an indifferent day blossomed into a glorious afternoon and evening. A favourite spot on my visits, apart from places selling coffee & cake, is Lowther Gardens just off the town centre and home to the lovely Lowther Pavilion theatre. As well as that there are some glorious flowerbeds and at the moment they are putting on […]
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.
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