On Wednesday Mark and I went to explore deepest darkest Gloucestershire. We had heard great things about the National Trust’s Newark Park – and we weren’t disappointed!
First things first – lunch at the pavilion. We had to fight off the chickens, who were keen to deprive us of our paninis.
One brave robin realised extreme measures were necessary to compete with the chickens and took the food from my hand.
On to the formal garden, elegantly adorned with peacocks – both living and topiary. There was even a zebra-sheep; most unusual!
The peacock made a rather wonderful car bonnet ornament.
The views from the house and formal gardens are awesome.
On to through the woodland gardens…
…to the Summer house…
…and the lake.
Admiring the bees and the birds as we went.
Then back up to the folly…
…and on to the house. It is a homely house; not so overwhelming you couldn’t imagine living there – and the great volunteer guides told lovely stories of the past residents, and pointed out artefacts.
The best view from a National Trust shop I have ever seen!
We never can resist dressing up…sorry about the poor quality photos, I struggled in the low light with my DSLR without a tripod; did better with my phone.
Just time for a cup of tea and a piece of cake (actually Mark had Marshfield Farm ice cream) before heading home.
Mark did try to take a photo of me…to prove I was there.