Abbotsbury Subtropical Gardens, in Dorset which, because of a localised micro-climate, are filled with rare and exotic plants from all over the world.
Whilst pottering about in the garden today, I couldn’t resist photographing my vintage clay flowerpots. Sadly, I won’t be doing much planting for a few months.
Meet my topiary man, called Peregrine. He has just received his annual clip and has been given new eyes, nose and buttons made from dried seed heads.
It’s a good time to trim box hedges when the weather is dull and before the frosts begin.
Stumbled across this gateway in the Cotswolds today. The beautiful honey-coloured Cotswold stone-wall, dripping with climbing roses was such an idyllic scene.
This is the lush, tropical-looking secret garden at Blenheim Palace. It’s a few years since I last visited and the garden has matured rather well.
The robin thought we had emptied the compost bin just for his convenience – as they do! He collected so many grubs to take back to his mate, who must be sitting on eggs as there was no sign of her. I believe this is a mature robin as he was confident and battle-scared. He was hopping into the wheelbarrow as we were forking out the compost!
An old, weather beaten gate which I thought had even more character in sepia.
On such a grey, damp day it was difficult to find something to photograph. This colourful old wall, covered in moss and lichen attracted my attention and I am pleased with the resulting depth of field and perspective.