Posted: 21/11/2014 at 16:49
Took my duvet with me from my bed and ensconced myself on the sofa as I did not want to miss Christine in Gloucestershire, though I know it so well just living right next door. In fact the stream that runs under our road at the bottom end is the boundary between Bristol and Gloucestershire. It was all very familiar but comforting for being so. So much of Gloucestershire is now malls and business parks. I was hoping to see Hidcote's wonderful veg. garden where the pigs Ernest and George (called after Ernest Wilson and George Forrester) are moved about to manure the ground. I remember the pretty bee enclosure too and the view over the Malvern Hills. Kiftsgate Rose I attempted to make a video of from one end to the other and, trying not to shake my camera my feet got stuck. I was surrounded by a coachload of Dutch people but one could speak good English and was a doctor and carefully helped me unwind. They then all wanted to see the video, so I played it back to them. One of those statues in Kiftsgate is a very lovely one of a mother and child. The child has an enormous bottom - perhaps predicting the childhood obesity problem we have now. Nothing like a good gardening program to take your mind off the flu - I need more black coffee now.