A Kentish Adventure
Any trip to rural Kent is a bit of an adventure, after the comparative simplicity of the Scottish landscape, where a road tends to start at A and proceed to B by the quickest practicable route. In Kent, lanes meander richly all over the place following ancient and complex land holdings, crossing each other at will and enclosing murderous bends, which practically reduced my daughter’s Sat Nav to technological scrap. It may be a peculiar thing to feel, and its a new experience for me, but I empathised with that Sat Nav – because I never, as long as I lived here, knew where I was either.
It has compensations round nearly every bend in the road, in the shape of Kentish cottage gardens – still awash with daffodils and tulips, magnificent magnolias – and everywhere the blossom of blackthorn stark against its branches.
A brief moment of sanity and lucidity was provided by our own dear Hayley,( who is just as sweet in actuality, as she is on this website every day) – who picked me up for a visit to her garden. Although I had seen photographs of it as we all have, seeing it was very different. I hadn’t realised how the whole site flowed together, and how very different areas led naturally from one part to the next. It made me realise how we will all benefit from being able to post and see videos, rather than the photographs we principally use just now. I was immensely taken by Hayley’s “wild” area, which flows down a hillside to a natural duck pond, strewn with primroses and fritillaria. For some time afterwards, I kept imagining how it would look as dusk fell, with stands of cream spotted foxgloves shining through the gloaming. It is a magical place full of potential, and I look forward to seeing how Hayley deals with it in future.
Apart from being a photographer of rare talent, and intent on teaching Phillip firm and kindly discipline – Hayley is also a mean maker of Lemon Drizzle Cake (her recipe) which she has promised to put in Recipes for us.
Towards the end of my visit with Hayley, I was finangled back outside for a photograph , which secretly I loath having taken.
You can tell from the look on my face, that I was trying hard to look normal, while trying to work out a cunning plan to sneak back into the house for more cake. Sadly, I didn’t make it – but the memory of a perfect Drizzle lingers still…..