Stone deities guard
manicured strip of garden:
Weeds, pests, shoes banished.
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Thank you. It was definitely a case of enjoy from a distance but trespass at your peril!
Hahaha. Hallowed ground. Love this one, Sarah. 🙂
Thank you, Sylvia. Yes, hallowed ground is a good description 🙂
Well, I am glad to hear they weren’t weeping angel statues, even though they were kind of forbidding! Beautiful photo and words of this secret sort of garden, nonetheless.
I would love to spend an afternoon here…beautiful this Sarah 🙂 xxxx
You could spend an afternoon here, Sherri, or rather we could together — not in the rock pool of course, but in the haven and estuary. It is part of a local beauty spot, not far from Lewes. There’s a good pub with yummy lunches nearby, too 🙂 xxxx
Sounds wonderful Sarah 😀 xxxx
Now I’m getting in a muddle between posts, Sherri. I thought you were commenting on the “fish in the rock pool” post, but, yes, Friston Place isn’t far from Lewes either, but is only open once a year, I think. Silly me. My brain has flown out with all this technical stuff it’s fighting to understand at the moment. What a noddle head I am 🙂 xxxx
Something fishy going on here Sarah, haha 😀 I love your idea of spending an afternoon at the other place you mentioned – the rock pool too if it happens to be open!! – sounds delightful and we must make plans as soon as we are able! Hope you are getting on well with all that techy stuff, thinking of you and will email soon 🙂 xxxx
I am getting on quite well with the techy stuff, but it’s rather diverting me from the read-through from hard copy. It’s a case of putting the cart before the horse, as I should finish the read-through so my beta readers can have a check of the MS 🙂 xxxx
They’re certainly stern deities Sarah, I guess they have to be to keep that space looking so spick and span 🙂
I think, Andrea, that not even a leaf will dare to land on that hallowed ground in the Autumn!
what about squirrels? Do you have them in your garden or on the peripheral planning to dig, dead head and destroy?
The garden in this picture doesn’t belong to me, but to a very wealthy gentleman. It’s part of his estate, which he opens to the public once a year to raise money for the local hospice. I seem to remember loads of squirrels in the deciduous woodlands that formed part of his estate, so I’m guessing the team of gardeners who work the estate have found a way of allowing but controlling the squirrel population.
I sometimes get a squirrel visiting my garden in the autumn, but my dog warns it off. One year I had an albino squirrel with ruby eyes visiting. My dog is a snob, so she allowed that particular one to visit because it looked so posh compared to the common greys!
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