Beyond the Veil
The site where I camped at the weekend is an old farm and has a delightful walled garden. The owners allow people to pitch their tents there if they want a quieter spot away from others and don't mind a bit of distance to the amenities.
It's not hard to imagine it in it's glory days with fresh vegetables, attractive flowers and plants and at the top of the list, Pineapples which were considered an exotic delicacy and a proud achievement of the head gardener, especially given the climate of north Wales.
There are dooways which I've never seen beyond which I'm told, lead to outbuildings, greenhouses, the garden labourers humble dwellings, with some sited close to the boiler room which afforded them much needed heat through the winter. Another would lead to the head gardener's house.
John Tavener - The Protecting Veil
It's not hard either to imagine that these people from older times are still here lovingly tending their gardens.
I spotted this door as I walked around the garden at dusk, with the knots in the wood resemblng faces, and what looks like monk's habits. I've never noticed this before, but feel sure that I would have. Everything looks like it's how the wood has weathered naturally, and mysteriously.
Beyond the Veil
The site where I camped at the weekend is an old farm and has a delightful walled garden. The owners allow people to pitch their tents there if they want a quieter spot away from others and don't mind a bit of distance to the amenities.
It's not hard to imagine it in it's glory days with fresh vegetables, attractive flowers and plants and at the top of the list, Pineapples which were considered an exotic delicacy and a proud achievement of the head gardener, especially given the climate of north Wales.
There are dooways which I've never seen beyond which I'm told, lead to outbuildings, greenhouses, the garden labourers humble dwellings, with some sited close to the boiler room which afforded them much needed heat through the winter. Another would lead to the head gardener's house.
John Tavener - The Protecting Veil
It's not hard either to imagine that these people from older times are still here lovingly tending their gardens.
I spotted this door as I walked around the garden at dusk, with the knots in the wood resemblng faces, and what looks like monk's habits. I've never noticed this before, but feel sure that I would have. Everything looks like it's how the wood has weathered naturally, and mysteriously.