The first thing I do, once we have unpacked our car, which has been groaning with all the stuff we need for a week's stay in the holiday cottage, is head for the outer gardens of Colonsay House. It is a place of wonder for me! I particularly love the leaves of the giant rhododendrons. There are many different varieties, all planted in the early 1930s. The outer gardens are generally overgrown, having had little tending over the decades. That makes them even more magical! The old woodmill falls apart a little more every year, but that's fine by me because I love corrugated iron and especially if it's rusted! And of course the bees. Colonsay's beekeeper, Andrew Abrahams, has one of his apiaries on the edge of the pine wood. So lovely - the hum of busy bees and the heady smell of the pines. We are here - finally! Delayed by four months by the wretched virus, but now I am on holiday! Hooray!
Wonderful photos of the deer. I thought exactly the same as you when I walked Zac up on the Moor - no other humans in sight because they were all watching football! I watched a Kestrel hovering, a Sparrowhawk patrolling an area for food before swooping down on some unsuspecting small creature, Skylarks singing above and a Buzzard family circling lazily above the untidy nest on top of an old mine chimney. Sheep & lambs, cattle and calves, ponies and foals - but no humans. Bliss!
ReplyDeleteSounds absolutely perfect to me! Aren't we fortunate to have these places to go, and even more fortunate to have the awareness and eyes to see it all. Thank you. A
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