Monday, October 14.
What’s a trip to England without a visit to three gardens? Inconceivable, apparently.
Trebah Gardens near Falmouth is a 20+ acre semi-tropical garden that tumbles down a ravine to a nice size cove. The garden is the result of 150+ years of work and is incredibly beautiful. In the spring its rhododendron, azalea and camilla walks would be amazing but the fall has its attractions, too. The hydrangea valley was full of color, the bamboo walk, called the bamboozle, was beautifully vertical and walking midst the enormous tree ferns and along the “gunnera passage” with its HUGE tangle of gunnera is like walking through some primeval landscape. One expects to see dinosaurs.
The garden is a wonderful example of how man shapes nature to create a thing of beauty. Our next stop was a place where different forces of nature come together to create a thing of beauty.
After a nourishing lunch at the garden’s tea room, we drove to the Lizard peninsula and walked down to Kynance Cove, a National Trust property. Once again, an overcast morning had given way to blue skies and the action of the waves against the shore was particularly dramatic against blue sky and a setting sun.
A very short drive took us to Lizard Point, which is the southernmost point in England. Funny to think that the westernmost point at Land’s End is only a very short drive away. We didn’t make that particular drive and good thing, too. We badly misjudged our time today and the sun was setting as we headed home . . . terror crept over us as we realized we would be driving after dark!!!
I am convinced that the headlights of our car, when not on high beam, illuminate only ten feet of the roadway. The result being that when you encounter oncoming traffic, which is constantly when you foolishly head home at end of work time, you can’t see a damned thing. Driving blind is bad enough when you know the roads have some space to spare but, in Cornwall, where many of the main roads are about six inches narrower than the width of two small cars to say nothing of the microscopic width of the minor roads, it is excruciating.
“Never again, never again, never again,” was our mantra as we made our painstakingly careful way back to Lambriggan Court. Wine? You’d better believe it!