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Bertie knows where all those lovely sunny spots are and makes the most of having a cat nap in the last of the autumn sunshine.

 

Bertie our beautiful fat soppy moggy

Last weekend we also made the most of the autumn sunshine by visiting a lovely garden called Nymans thanks to a free National Trust Day pass blagged via the MoneySavingExperts newsletter.  Cheers Martin!

 

Enjoying the last rays of autumn

Bloody tourists - its another NT free open day

The rich colour palette of autumn trees

Unfortunately, so did everyone else.  OMG so many people with noisy kids in tow, running, shouting and generally being a pain in the arse and the latter is not just the kids.  Any thoughts of a quiet stroll in the sunshine were quickly dispelled as we crawled round the overflow car park looking for an empty spot.  Why can’t these places restrict daily entry so that everyone can enjoy the sights without having to battle for breathing space?

 

Other people - Uggghh!

I’m sounding properly old now, aren’t I?  Kids are a necessary evil, the future taxpayers for my pension so I shouldn’t be so nasty about them.  We were all in nappies once - running off unattended, ignoring our parents, touching everything we shouldn’t and smearing sticky snot coated fingers over every surface.  Ha Ha - I’m still doing all these things!  Okay well maybe my fingers are less snotty than they once were but I am a very tactile person.  I see with my hands as well as my eyes. 

Although its quite late in the gardening year, there was still plenty to see and enjoy in the flower beds.  Here’s a few views of the beautiful house and grounds:

 

Majestic pampas grass swaying in the gentle breeze

Secret garden in the ruins of the old hall

Just love tree ferns

A glimpse of the main house

Whats left after the fire ravaged the rest

Must have been a spectacular house

An usual and colourful plant

Dry sea holly

Pampas grass

But just like that episode of Dallas were Pamela Ewing wakes to find hubby in the shower realising that everything she’d just thought of had been some kind of bad TV scripted dream then so with us.  The beautiful autumn sunshine has morphed into Storm Babet not to be confused with Bobbitt of penis slicing infamy leaving us all drenched to our kecks and praying for springtime.

Bye bye autumn sunshine