It's another Bank Holiday weekend here in Blighty and, in what is getting to be par for the course, the sun is actually out and the breeze is balmy (and not freezing). I should think The Queen forgot to turn the weather back on after last weekend's Royal Wedding...
So, taking advantage of HRH's forgetfulness, my youngest sister, Inexcuseable, whisked her son (Count Podgekinson) and I off to Sheringham Park to see the rhododendrons. She wanted to go with her husband, but he was too busy staying in bed or de-nymphing the dishwasher, or somesuch...
As usual, I ended up taking absolutely loads of photos (79) and only managed to whittle them down to 67, so I've split them up into three posts: this one, which features shots of the park; the next one, which is purely rhododendrons; and another tree-focused post which may or may not see the light of day.
Anyway, on with the show:
|After stowing Inexcuseable's magic carpet behind a tree and unloading all the baby-related paraphernalia, we set off|
|Inexcuseable was concerned that we'd be too late to see all the rhododendron blossoms, but she needn't have worried|
|... and Count Podgekinson (don't worry, we didn't leave him there)|
|I love this carpet of fuchsia-pink!|
|This little shit wouldn't stay still for his/her photo op|
|From the top of a viewing tower, the rhododendrons are like a carpet|
|Not quite as spectacular as Ms Scarlet's Big Pink Bush™ but showy enough|
|Thar be cowpats here!|
This is a cowpat made by an actual cow, rather than one that's been manufactured in a city and brought to the countryside, Hound.
|This is a taste of what's to come in the next post...|