A busy weekend with a birthday to celebrate for Isabella on Saturday followed by a walk in beautiful Parc Lye on the Enys Estate. I have written about this place before but this year we caught it in all its perfection.
After a look around the house itself which is being renovated and I am sure is where I am 'meant' to live (!!!) we strolled through the flower garden. This area is being brought up to its former glory too, but in a wonderfully under-played manner. There are established acers, magnolias and azaleas but all are allowed to flow how they may with underplanted beds of herbaceous perennials.
What I love is the way it all feels so informal yet has enough structure to feel restful, if that makes sense? Paths of soft shingle allow you to meander around the island beds and through bowers of honeysuckle and roses.
I took away many ideas, especially one based on this wisteria which had been trained around itself to form a standard. Such a brilliant idea and perfect for those like myself who don't have high enough walls for this vigorous plant.
This one is in bud just now. Can you imagine the haze of scented flowers just moving gently in the breeze? Definitely something I will be trying - stay tuned for progress!
So, so very beautiful.
The late afternoon light cast dappled pictures onto the paths and Isabella raced on in search of the huge swathes of bluebells for which the estate is famed.
And after a turn in the path, there they were: the most intense purple carpet I have ever seen spread before us as far as the eye could focus.
There really is no other scent to match that of bluebells.
It was one of the few times I really wished I had a camera able to take a huge wide image to convey the depth of colour and sheer number of flowers here. This was a tiny section of the whole.
Rustic benches appeared here and there, this one surrounded by the white garlic flowers that go so well with bluebells.
Hmm, Eldest Son Tom was sure it had his name on it.
Bye for now x