We got lost. We set off from Ashford, couldn’t find Hole Park and so tried for Pashley Manor Gardens, which we did find; but they had a note on the gate saying “shut because of bad weather, open in a couple of weeks”. Grrr.
We tried to find Hole Park again and this time we happened upon it. There were some caravans in a field by the gate and D refused to follow a sign into another field towards the parking, preferring instead to pull up right outside the house and crack open the flask & sandwiches.
I went to investigate as we hadn’t seen a single human. I didn’t find one but on a table outside the front door was wicker basket with some cash – notes wrapped around a rock and some coins. Also the Historic Houses Association sheet to sign. I signed us in and went back to get D out of the car. What faith in humanity? Less than 1 hour from London.
I was taken with a bank of heather.
We walked around the gardens – formal lawns and hedges around the house and through the valley behind the house, woodland walks with a tropical dip into what D said would have been the quarry for the house.
The sundial garden was being redesigned – we saw a human in the form of a builder.
In search of the café, we found another room with a biscuit tin of money and the resources to make lunch. I bought some honey and deposited my money. D went off to look at the plant sales.
How strange an experience. I’m told there are wonderful blue bells so one for a future return visit?
When visited: March 2013
Garden * out of 5: ** 1/2