Still hung over from the headiness of the most ravishing royal wedding I could not bear to miss a favourite annual event. At the end of April Sarah Raven opens her magical garden at Perch Hill East Sussex. I have been visiting, dare I say religiously! every year since 2006 and love to chart the changes driven both by Sarah and climate.Some years the tulips have been silky and open and perfect, others they have been tightly closed, too cold to shine. This year they were open to bursting point, bathed in this extraordinarily summery spring.
Never before have I seen such a profusion of blossom, chiming perfectly with Kate's shaggy wild choices in Westminster Abbey.
I will cut my narrative now as I am well aware that I babble on far too long and my picture editing is woeful apologies, I didn't want you to miss a thing!
If you are interested in seeing the garden in previous incarnations click here......and Sarah, if you should ever stumble across my ramblings my highlight is always what treasure awaits in the lovely barn containing your pizza oven! This year the scent was King!
Oh did I mention it was my wedding anniversary this weekend?
And so a little homage to the lovely display in the shop at Perch Hill.....
Sarah xXx
