Tuesday 24th January
The walled garden sleeps
I am the only one here
Life will return soon
Yesterday I paid my first proper visit to Burton Agnes Hall to find it shrouded in fog and sparkling with frost – a beautiful combination.
I’ve always been fascinated by walled gardens – entering a secret place separate from the outside world. It was a strange feeling to be wandering around a place like this entirely on my own and I had the feeling that the garden was sleeping around me, not at all bothered by my presence, just waiting for the longer days for everything to wake up ready for a new year’s growth. It was too cold to linger long in any one place – the frost wasn’t kidding! – and I was very glad I’d brought my chic fingerless gloves …
Even these geese looked cold …
Looking on the ground there were already signs on new green growth mixed in with the dead leaves of last year, which are now a rich mix of browns, rusts and purples
and tiny leaves poking up through the cracks in the paving.
Here and there are small splashes of last year’s colours.
Looking up a bit higher there are gorgeous patterns and textures on the walls and tree trunks.
During my visit the mist gradually lifted and I could see bare branches, that would be hidden in summer, making patterns against the sky.
I think the first thing to do is a colour family to give me a palette to work from …