Booking is now essential so we decided to head for whatever property within an hour's drive had an available slot
That turned out to be Baddesley Clinton in Warwickshire (Radio 4 Archers' country). As expected, we found strict Covid safety measures in place and observed that visitors were very good at keeping to them. The house (which looked inviting) was closed but we were able to enjoy the park and gardens
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First of the Baddesley shots was of a lily
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A notice explained that lockdown measures had forced the furloughing of three of the four gardeners so things were not as good as they wanted. Well, who minds a few weeds? The display of flowers in the border was magnificent in the autumn sunshine so I took a few photos for you. See here and at the end and as a postscript
Whether a another trip will be possible, we do not know. We certainly enjoyed this visit. Restrictions allowing, we would love to get out again. One blessing of living where we do is that
we are within easy reach of many properties under the care of the Trust. The
nearest are Wightwick Manor (great for Arts & Crafts) and Moseley Old Hall
(where Charles II hid after the Battle of Worcester)
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Romance blossomed on the Malvern Hills (Wiki) |
Midland
counties
Mr and Mrs Codger met each other
in Worcester and originally intended settling there in that shire. But other
things were wisely intended for them. We still enjoy the county – and neighbouring
Herefordshire – joined (or separated by the Malvern Hills)
The hills arise
from nowhere and can be spectacular in the autumn so, perhaps, romance will
draw them back as the trees turn to gold
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A little bit of Shropshire near Claverly
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Baddesley Clinton is in Warwickshire – not far, but a county we know less well. This is probably because, geographically, Birmingham
is in the way. On Monday a road closure meant that we saw more of the county than planned!
It is much easier for us to get out to Shropshire - an immediately adjacent county to the west. We have our ‘own’
walk just 35 minutes’ drive from here (see next item below)
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This is near the High Peak in Derbyshire but much of the district is in the Staffordshire Moorlands
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Our home county is, administratively
speaking, the West Midlands. But old attachments die hard. Our original married
address read: Tipton, Staffs. Staffordshire is a much larger county than many
realise, especially south to north – the way we think of it. In the south you
have Kinver and, in the north, the Staffordshire Moorlands and the better-known
Peak District. We enjoy the drive to Buxton, which is just over the border in
Derbyshire. So, we are truly spoilt for choice
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Sneak view of the grounds
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Our very own walk
Perhaps we should not give away its
exact location (!) but our 'own' walk has its link with the neighbouring Black
Country - where we live, of course
It is a story of local boy ‘dun good’.
Market trader, Keith Smith, made a million (or two) from a cash and carry business and became a tax exile. Along the way he
gave his son, Steve, the idea behind the Poundland empire - so there is a bob or two in the family (well done Smiths!). Steve also learned his trade on
a market stall (West Brom and Bilston, I believe) so, really, it’s a tale of
local lad and son dun good
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Our favourite walk - and an oak wood we usually have to ourselves
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Mr Smith Senior bought an grand property in Shropshire which, by all appearances, he
tends with great care. The residence is understandably closed to the public,
but he and his wife open it up once a year (lockdown prevented this year).
There is a handy parking place for our walk which is conveniently located nearby and runs along the edge of the grounds
There is an interesting historical
twist to the tale. Mr Smith’s property was rebuilt in its current grandeur 150
years ago by another Black Country entrepreneur. This Victorian gentleman made his money
from the Baggeridge brickworks in Sedgley which is just up the hill from Tipton
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Spot the heron, poised for action
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Tipton
wildlife
Mind you, we do not have to leave
our own urban garden to experience a bit of wildlife: two incidents to report ...
First, the heron – or, rather, herons (plural) – our neighbour reports no less
than three along the nearby canal. I woke the other morning with my heron
sensors twitching. I got to my study window in time to see him take and swallow
a fish
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Very strong woven cord
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It was over in an instant – one seamless, swift action – the result of much
practice - largely at my expense, I fear. However, there is a limit. So, I have
taken a new measure: strong, black unbreakable thread. I have stretched a line
across the vulnerable spot where you see the varmint posed in the photograph. The line is almost invisible when stretched out. Will it work? We wait to see
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The little of what was left of the pigeon
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Then, in last week’s hot spell –
the sound of mewing. Repeated, and rather like a cat - but louder. Four birds
circling above – I assume two pairs calling to each other. I think they are
buzzards. Later, on Monday of this week, we returned from our day out to find feathers scattered across the lawn – clear evidence of a kill. They were pigeon feathers
So,
this may have been evidence of the buzzards but, equally, it could have been
our local sparrowhawk. We see a pair quite often eyeing things up in our garden
where a feeder attracts possible prey. I rather fear for our friendly robin who
keeps me company quite often these days. Hopefully, the pigeons, of which there
are plenty, will continue to provide a more substantial meal
IKEA bargains
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IKEA potted chrysanthemum
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Not usually associated with plants intended for the garden, IKEA can surprise. This time of year, they sells chrysanthemums as houseplants
– a fiver a go. these are nice plants and I suspect these are from Dutch nurseries which achieve a good
effect by multiple planting
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