If there is any place where the pictures in my scrapbook fail to do justice to my memory of its beauty Wells Bishop’s Palace & Gardens is it. I also believe there have been a lot of improvements made to this attraction since my August 2005 visit.
The first time we went to Wells to visit the Cathedral we were unaware that the Bishop’s Palace & Gardens were there just around the corner. Luckily we found out about them on made a return trip to visit both. And my husband and I need to get back to Wells England again as we have yet to catch a service and hear their choir live.
Time to share another scrapbook page. I pulled a red binder off my shelf and found memories of an August 2005 trip to England. My husband was on a mission to see a number of cathedrals and while there are tons of pictures of them I enjoyed taking shots of the landscape while we traveled mile after mile on trains. These photos include some crops being harvested. I could not figure out what the crop was. If you know, or have an educated guess I am interested in learning.
I’ll be posting more pages from this particular trip in the weeks to come. Until then…
After the trip I have never attempted to grow hollyhocks again.
Although I don’t have a photo that is a good illustration I do remember coming home from the trip with a much more vivid idea of what the term ‘plateau’ meant after seeing geographical plateaus first hand. And while it was nice to visit this part of the country I was positive I would not be happy in that climate for any more than a week or two.
I want to go back. My husband was experiencing allergies on the day we went to Butchart Gardens so I did not get to see as much as I wanted or to have as much fun as I expected. But I did get a few glorious photos and the ability to say “been there.”
This photo of a lovely formal floral display was taken in 1998 during by very first trip to London. I really wanted to walk through Regent’s Park because it is the setting for part of Virgina Woolf‘s novel Mrs. Dalloway. It did not disappoint me. I think it is still my favorite of the Royal Parks in London.
It would be hard to be have to decide between being deaf or blind. Most of the time I think I would select being blind because I can not imagine giving up the ability to converse or listen to music. Yet when I look back at pictures, especially pictures with a riot of colors like the one below, I know I would miss seeing such sights.