Hosta, what a transformation!!!! Last year it was sort of dowdy and tired with overgrown bits ... but full of potential .......... and WOW!!!
As for our favourite West Country B&B ........ we're keeping that secret .... you know what it's like, once you discover a wonderful place and tell folks about it and the following year it's full of Emmets and Grockles
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
We had a delicious St. George's day lunch in a local restaurant, 27 of us, lots of chat. Then I went to vote for the French President.
But when we got home there was a phone call from a friend to say a friend of ours who has cancer is probably dying. She's my age. They have a house here but went back to England when she was ill.
Dordogne and Norfolk. Clay in Dordogne, sandy in Norfolk.
It was, quite seriously, the worst place I've ever been ... not just the food but the service by the proprietors and the place in general - the chairs had pools of water in the seats which we had to ask to be dried. No idea why we didn't walk out there and then .......... they didn't just have a big menu, they also had a permanently pinging microwave - my duck in honey sauce was welded to the plate - OH's fish was raw. We were very hungry but even so ... we were the only people in there for the whole time we were there.
Oh my word, that sounds even worse than our experience Dove. We stay further north, the other side of the Camel estuary in Trebetherick, John Betjeman's bit. We used to see him wandering up and down the lane to the beach and rumour had it he got through a crate of gin a week
I've been absent from here for a bit; our daughter has been visiting from Ireland to perform in her dad's concert, so of course proud Mum went to listen. She sang a few things including "Exsultate jubilate" by Mozart, for anyone who knows classical music, and it was lovely. Not that I'm biased or anything... She's found it very odd being here on her own without husband and children - but has appreciated a couple of nights of unbroken sleep. She flies back early tomorrow so I'll be pining for a day or two...
Hosta, that's amazing. The "before" photo is quite nothingy - your hard work has made perfect sense of that area.
My dad took me out one evening when I was about 9, to listen to a nightingale which was singing under the local railway bridge. I can still remember the magical sound... we don't get them up here, sadly. However, we do have blackcaps, which have a beautiful liquid song.
Hugs to you, BL. Tough news to cope with.
Since 2019 I've lived in east Clare, in the west of Ireland.
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Same area this time last year.
Hosta, what a transformation!!!! Last year it was sort of dowdy and tired with overgrown bits ... but full of potential .......... and WOW!!!
As for our favourite West Country B&B ........ we're keeping that secret .... you know what it's like, once you discover a wonderful place and tell folks about it and the following year it's full of Emmets and Grockles
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
"I'm kind of thrilled with it so far..." and so you should be Hosta. It's looking great
Thanks guys, but now you know why I'm sooooooooooooooooo behind with seed sowing.
Lovely jubbly Hosta! I love Spring for, amongst other delights, that lush lime green that many plants have - eg, the ferns.
I must say that your Hostas are ahead of mine... suppose you have Hosta magical powers though!
Your garden is looking wonderful, Hosta.
We had a delicious St. George's day lunch in a local restaurant, 27 of us, lots of chat. Then I went to vote for the French President.
But when we got home there was a phone call from a friend to say a friend of ours who has cancer is probably dying. She's my age. They have a house here but went back to England when she was ill.
bHow sad BL, hugs to you and friend and family. We were in France last week, school girl French just doesn't hit the spot 30plus years on!
Hosta your garden looks stunning.
Hosta, that's beautiful. What a contrast with 'before', super job.
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I've been absent from here for a bit; our daughter has been visiting from Ireland to perform in her dad's concert, so of course proud Mum went to listen.
She sang a few things including "Exsultate jubilate" by Mozart, for anyone who knows classical music, and it was lovely. Not that I'm biased or anything... 
She's found it very odd being here on her own without husband and children - but has appreciated a couple of nights of unbroken sleep. She flies back early tomorrow so I'll be pining for a day or two...
Hosta, that's amazing. The "before" photo is quite nothingy - your hard work has made perfect sense of that area.
My dad took me out one evening when I was about 9, to listen to a nightingale which was singing under the local railway bridge. I can still remember the magical sound... we don't get them up here, sadly. However, we do have blackcaps, which have a beautiful liquid song.
Hugs to you, BL. Tough news to cope with.