The first thing I do, once we have unpacked our car, which has been groaning with all the stuff we need for a week's stay in the holiday cottage, is head for the outer gardens of Colonsay House. It is a place of wonder for me! I particularly love the leaves of the giant rhododendrons. There are many different varieties, all planted in the early 1930s. The outer gardens are generally overgrown, having had little tending over the decades. That makes them even more magical! The old woodmill falls apart a little more every year, but that's fine by me because I love corrugated iron and especially if it's rusted! And of course the bees. Colonsay's beekeeper, Andrew Abrahams, has one of his apiaries on the edge of the pine wood. So lovely - the hum of busy bees and the heady smell of the pines. We are here - finally! Delayed by four months by the wretched virus, but now I am on holiday! Hooray!
What a perfect way to remember Nancy. Somewhere, I still have the letters she wrote to me, when you and I were very much younger. So, this seems to be exactly the right time to seek them out again.DX
ReplyDeleteWow 100 years ago! That's quite something to get my head around! Lovely tribute! X
ReplyDeleteImagine how old that makes me feel! Having said that, I was a post WW2 baby, when I think many women were starting their families in their thirties, once all the chaps were back from the war. And now they seem to wait until they are in their forties, but for completely different reasons!
DeleteIt's all topsy turvey really! At some point it will change again! On April 9th my dad would have been 90! Born in 1927... that gave me a start when I realised that! X
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