Breenhold

A marvellous mist morning spent Mt Wilson way with Trisharooni.  Apparently I have been in this garden before, but it was pre-children and to be honest, it was as if I had never been.  (perhaps Bob went with someone else?).   Grand vistas, and fabulously controlled and structured plantings, formal and informal all at once.  Pared down and restrained, but big, big, big.

Can't tell I enjoyed myself, can you?