The other day I took myself off to fulfill a long held ambition.
It was late afternoon when I left the Lane and it seemed to me the whole of Sussex was burnished gold - the kind of light I had hitherto thought only existed in episodes of Morse.
The ambition? Oh to see the largest Christmas tree in England!
Yes, at Wakehurst place every December the tallest Redwood in the grounds is lit with hundreds and hundreds of white bulbs. I am told that if you are flying into Gatwick after dark it is easily visible!
Doesn't look much yet, but just look at that slanting winter light...
The red red rose was blooming her way on towards Christmas...
Ironwork adorned with berries...
...and a fairytale doorway
This hushed and magical walled garden caused a stab of pain in the ribs, sheer joy I think!
I felt just as Mary did when she discovered the garden... I looked around for Ben Weatherstaff but I didn't see him.
I did fall in love with the lace in the trees though
Doesn't look much yet I know, but as the light fades away...
...and the dusky violet begins to wash the sky as the sun slides beyond the hills
The crinoline skirt of two thousand strung bulbs fizzes into life
and you hold your breath a little bit too long and smile...at last!
How lovely are your branches