Buscot Park – July 2016

Last week I had a trip to Buscot Park with my lovely friend Lindsay. In my opinion the house isn’t anything special (although there’s some amazing art), but the garden is lovely.

The old kitchen gardens have been set out in a more formal way…

…with a few vegetables left in the borders…

…and some statues peeking out through the flowers.

Sweet peas always remind me of my Grandma Gertie, and m-in-law, Lin. They both loved them.

This rose, Ferdinand Pichard, absolutely blew me away, fabulous.

Now if I had a swimming pool like this…

…I’d have some nice murals too.

I hope they restore them.

There are also lovely formal gardens…

…(anyone know what tree this is?)…

…and water gardens…

…I’ve never seen a dark red waterlily like this before.

There are a fair number of statues, including this chap with a strange animal on his head…

…a cat, a ferret, an otter?

Some very uncomfortable chairs…

…assorted Egyptian chaps…

…and assorted terracotta warriors, why not?

My faves? This smiling lion…

these pink parasols

…and this perky pup.

Shoes….

A couple of weeks ago I was feeling very down about my health and weight. I mentioned this to a student who said “Well, why don’t you go swimming, running or zumba (whatever the hell that is)?”. I was about to respond negatively, when I realised that I used to go running, completed two half marathons, and whisper it, enjoyed it (or rather enjoyed having done it).

Last weekend I bought my first running shoes in 11 years.

I downloaded the NHS ‘Coach to 5K’ podcast, and I’m now a week and a bit in. I feel very embarrassed when anyone I know sees me, but what the hell….