Friday, October 09, 2015
Sandringham and being the Queen
We've just come back from visiting my 90-year-old aunt in Norfolk, and the first day we went (as we so often do) to Sandringham, one of the Queen's little places. I thought most of the flowers would be over, but I tell you, she's got good gardeners who make sure that she has plenty of autumn colour. This is a tiny sample of it. Colchicums, above.
And Michaelmas daisies.
I do love flowers.
And she has lots of Big Trees.
And a little sitooterie, where one can sit...
... and look oot.
And her house is rather fine too, though we didn't go inside this time.
Though we've often visited this part of Norfolk, we've never gone in the autumn before and it suddenly occurred to me to wonder if the Queen ever sees this lovely garden at this time of year. Of course, she has various other equally lovely gardens. But she mainly comes here at Christmas, as far as I know.
I felt quite sorry for her. For a short while.