Beautiful Baddesley Clinton
A damp Saturday morning with downpours threatening, was still not going to put me off. I went early and, apart from a few volunteers, I had this wonderful place to myself.
It’s usually so colourful but we’re between seasons. A few remaining camellias and the delicate purple of the wisteria, were the only colours to compete with the fifty shades of green.
However, the woodland was magical, as was my wren (extra) and the house, with its reflections in the moat, is still stunning.
Surprisingly, I remained dry.
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