Some minutes into the downpour, we were visited by a lady in a motorised mobility scooter, who was being kept very dry indeed by her plastic covering, which enclosed both her and also her scooter - a brilliant solution. Her walking companion was less fortunate, as he was wearing a mere raincoat.
Armed with the accessibility map they headed back out into the rain to negotiate the sloping paths and the accessible back routes to the upper levels of the garden. An hour or so later I saw them return through an upstairs window, seemingly in good spirits - it says a lot for the determination and hardiness of the Great British Garden Visitor to negotiate the vagaries of the September weather. These hardy pioneers certainly deserved their cup of tea - I hope they enjoyed their visit.
This evening, by contrast, was a stunner, and I was able to pop over to the kitchen garden to collect some rhubarb and apples for a crumble. Some shots of the garden around 5.30pm.
The last vestiges of the painted meadow, still just about in flower:
Apples ripening in the distance behind the sculpted box bushes on the lawn.
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