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It's raining roses...

... or, perhaps, rather on the roses...

...by the overgrown, fluffy hedges and immaculate, tidy lawns of Corsham Court, where the other day I went for a stroll, thinking, rather naïvely, that I would have the time to get a few nice shots before the rain returned...

Now, as you may see, the rain played "you can run, but you can't hide" with me, and in the photo above, you may also spot someone playing hide and seek with the rain. Someone whose vanity made it run for cover as soon as the first rain drops threatened to spoil its spectacular feathery cape...

Corsham Court boasts my favourite combination of garden delights, i e both more formal areas, where the lawns look so perfect you immediately want to lie down and stroke them, together with straight paths and shaped topiaries, and also wilder areas, with typical English cottage garden character and a forest which tickles a desire to explore every corner and every tree, because surely there must be a fairy or two hiding in there...

On this particular day, I was almost alone in there, and could fantasize freely about this being my own garden, dream about what cushions to sew for this relaxing bench, think up the menu for a casual garden party, and admire the lovely brick wall and how well some of the green and blood red foliage stands out against the red brick...

Some of the paths were very mossy (deliberately?) and again 

looked very tactile and like a soft, inviting carpet...

I don't know if you can see it very well (click on the image if you want to enlarge it), but in the middle of the photo above is a rusty rose arbour (is that the right word?), which I would LOVE to copy in our garden. It is beautifully rounded and stands like a little house in the midst of a green jungle. Right, all I need now is to learn welding in a day or two. Or, ehm, perhaps keep dreaming rounded rusty dreams...

The old bath house tucked away in the forest... (above)

... and posing peacocks whose sense of style is unsurpassed... 

- even making sure it poses with the "right" colours in the background, 

matching its own to perfection...

Layers, layers, layers of fluffy green eye candy...

... and hello, another blue beauty coming to up for a chat...

This little green (and peacock blue) oasis is a five-minute walk from my door step, and yet I seem to come here much too seldom. Even in our own garden we can hear the tooting of the peacocks from over here, and often stumble upon one strolling down the High Street or resting in someone's front garden. 

Yes, we are truly blessed with an abundance of blue bliss and green garden glory here in Wiltshire and I am grateful to be able to enjoy it so close by!

All the best,

Helena

Ps. Claudia, I replied to you in the commentary field after my 

last post, but please get in touch via email if you want.