There is some industry in the wood, tree felling and a collection of beehives on the north east perimeter. Over the years, though, the gardens have become a bit of a wilderness, but with that comes a mysterious and magical atmosphere. Moss encrusted dry stone walls with tumbling coloured ribbons of fallen blossoms, the exotic patterns on the cinnamon-barked myrtles, old and twisted branches weaving their way along overgrown paths, outsized rhododendron leaves, smelly American skunk cabbage, prehistoric-looking gunnera, and ethereal skeleton leaves. I can't get enough of it, and the dogs enjoy it too. Lots of new smells!
Same bloom, three days later