This morning we drove to Highcliffe for coffee with Caroline and Keith Martin, with whom Margery had put us in touch. This was a very enjoyable meeting. All thanks to Margery.
Meanwhile our garden tour continues.
We call this Elizabeth’s red climbing rose, because it is in a bed she cleared last autumn.
A bee burrowed into one of the recently blooming rhododendron flowers,
which can be seen alongside the Phantom Path, so called because of an eponymous ghost-like hydrangea, not yet flowering and not seen in this shot.
These are views from each end of the Heligan Path.
Another winding path leads from the proposed rose garden to the back drive. Jackie, on this very hot day, is to be seen watering her new tub planting.
Forming a kind of clef in branching off from this is a gravel track surrounding the Oval Bed. Along the back fence is Elizabeth’s Bed.
It is only this year that we have paid due attention to the small front garden. The freshly planted blue hydrangea has yet to mature, and is consequently dwarfed by the red potted foxglove.
It was the creation of this previously ill-defined path that gave us the necessary impetus.
The head gardener correctly informs me that two days ago I incorrectly termed The Brick Path The Agriframes Arch Path,
Just a few yards down Downton Lane
and white roses festoon the hedgerows. (are those spider’s eggs behind the central bloom?)
After the usual long stint in the garden, Jackie roasted the succulent pork, and the crunchy crackling; baked the crisp Yorkshire pudding; and produced the tasty gravy for our dinner, whilst I prepared the vegetables. These latter included carrots, green beans, and mange tout; but I was particularly proud of the Anya potatoes, three weeks past their best before date, that, after complete desprouting and partial peeling, tasted as good as new, although they were somewhat reduced in size. I drank Casillero del Diablo cabernet sauvignon reserva 2013, but I was enjoying the potatoes before I began it.