Canada Geese summer around here. In the past they’ve shown up in the spring, made a mess on the field near the farm shop, and gone somewhere – I have no clue where that might be – but good riddance to bad rubbish. Then, late August/early September, they start flying south. In the past their departure has always made me sad only because it means autumn is coming. I am not partial to Canada Geese. Do.Not.Like.Geese.
But for the past few evenings, they’ve been doing some weird fly-overs. Around dusk, really noisy groups of them, sometimes around a hundred, go over the house east to west. What’s that about? It’s not proper and they should stop it.
(The Mud Maid)
Anyway, a while ago I mentioned having long wanted to go to a place in Cornwall, west of here, called the Lost Gardens of Heligan. They really were lost, overgrown gardens, re-discovered around four decades ago and sorted out. So, we managed to go on Saturday.
This place is truly a wonder for a number of reasons and I’m so so pleased I finally managed to get there.
It’s a great set of gardens, with loads of paths, a kitchen garden, a walled flower garden, ancient trees, weird sculptures dotted around. Also places to buy very decent food and a nice plant and chuchka shop.
Bestest of all, dogs are welcome. In fact, they’ve got this great go pro video of a pooch going along the paths (ie, go pro attached to dog so you get a dog’s-eye view).
So, we took Joe the Lab.
Two hours there, two hours back. Mostly on decent road, but this is staycation time and territory in the UK so in some places it was a bit stop-start, and closer to the gardens, into and out of St Austell, the roads got a bit hairy (all these people from up-country who don’t know how to drive on lanes). We got there two minutes after our allotted entry time.
The dog has anxiety issues. I think he absorbed this from me. In any case, he cried some of the way in the car (“Where are we going? When are we going to stop? Am I going to the dogter – didn’t I go last week? I need to poo”) and then pulled on his leash for the first 20 minutes of walking around until perhaps he clocked that maybe this would be quite nice. Plus, there were other dogs around and best of all a number of people admired him and made a fuss about how beautiful he is, which he always enjoys.
So, we climbed steep paths, commented on different types of hydrangea and huge beds of dahlias (much jealousy – two of my dahlias haven’t bothered to flower at this point), espalier fruit trees (pear and plum), huge pumpkins and squashes, lots of sweet peas in bloom, had woodfired pizza for lunch with the wasps, wandered through the shop (even the dog – they welcome dogs through the shop as long as they are “well behaved”).
I wish I’d taken more pictures. This last picture is the Giant’s Head.
So, any opinion on Canada Geese? And if you choose some day to visit the UK I highly recommend a visit to Heligan – but suggest you take the train.