The Wind in the Willows
Wednesday 15th June
Clat and Lil are on a sojourn to Portsmouth, and today decided to visit the abbey, as they are both n.t. members, and this place is renowned for its rose gardens. Set in a beautiful tranquil location, with the River Test flowing through the grounds, this is a lovely building, in equally lovely grounds.
You can just imagine the sounds of swishing crinolines, and laced-up bodices as the landed gentry went about their daily business. No, not cross-dressing, but I don't know what the female equivalent is.
This used to be the home of society hostess Grace Russell who used it for extensive entertaining and a good time, and also attracted the arty types. She moved out to live in the local village, and, in time, her wonderful collection of art and antiques seemed to be sold off or dis-appear. The n.t. people have lovingly restored it to its original glory and grandeur, and it is well worth a visit.
We went round the house,and looked at the artifacts and paintings, with suitable inputs from the n.t. staff on duty. We were doing very well until a woman let out the most ENORMOUS fart - enough to blow the walls down - and we beat a hasty retreat. This place will now be known as Mottisfart Abbey.
The walled rose gardens are a sight to behold, and choc-full of the most wonderful blooms. The glorious scent of the roses follows you everywhere, and the colours are stunning. Obviously now is the best time to visit this place because of the roses, but it also has a good garden shop, a second-hand book shop, eateries, good loos, and plenty of walking - perfect for a day out.
So, despite the bottom action in the library, we enjoyed our day of culture and education.
Do hope the ramblers enjoyed their day too.
