The Little Things

Went to Chatsworth today, the weather was b-e-a-uuuutiful, lovely and sunny, almost too hot to walk. I had a long conversation with a clysedale (sad, but she was a huge, lonely looking horse) and in return she slobbered on my jumper. Then we looked around the Garden, got lost in the maze and my littlest sister kept running away.
The Gardens were lovely, so well kept and with everything in bloom it was just spectacular, and of all the big things, like the rock garden, the maze, the fountain (which when there isn't a water shortage shoots about 200 ft into the air) I loved the little thing, a lonly little flower in a mass of greenery in a conservatory.
Intriguing little flower, eh?
Sorry it's a description all over the place, but it's midnight and it's been a long but great day