Normally I do nothing but complain about the cold once October hits, I could wear a jumper on a hot summers day in the Caribbean so imagine how happy I am that so far ( touch wood ) us brits are enjoying a mild start to the Autumn. In fact so mild I’ve put back my, I’m not the leaving the house strop at least two weeks.
Me and Dave bored of the same old walks hopped into my car and headed out of town to see where the mood took us, Dave enjoys the ride out in the car more than the walk now, he even has a pose and driving paw.
Driving along to the spice girls, I’m teaching Dave about all the great music he missed out on, and he doesn’t complain when I sing, we spotted a sign for the Dorothy Clive gardens and decided that sounded like a lovely place to go.
And we were right, although relatively small it was bursting with every colour of the rainbow and had lots of nooks and crannies to explore, most importantly it gave me lots of inspiration for my own garden.
Because I’ve become a weirdo who needs to take a selfie absolutely everywhere I go! For the first time in my life I think I look like my sister. And I am starting to think that idea of getting botox is a good one.
￼Anyway back to the gardens, how glorious is the red in this bush, the gardens were like walking through a wonderland and luckily for us, we were the only souls who decided to pay them a visit. Me and Dave roamed for hours enjoying the low October sun and warm breeze.
Its safe to say I could never live in a place that didn’t have seasons, as much as I complain about the cold I couldn’t imagine never seeing the leaves change colour or having that childish feeling when you see the first snow of the year. Although ask me again in a couple of months.